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My First Love

I was but four years old, the very first time I had fallen in love if one could call it that. This girl had the biggest impact on my life, more than probably anyone else with whom I crossed paths, aside from Jesus Christ.

Only those very close to me know this fact and many others assume, that my first love was a girl two years my junior whom I met in September of 1994 and lived up the street from me. I was with her from ages seven to nine.

The reality is, I met my first love some time early in 1991.

It was while attending a church nursery and/or preschool in the railroad town of Schriever, Louisiana.

This was a very rough time in my life, but this girl was so sweet to me, that I couldn’t help but fall for her, even though I was so young.

The reason why my life was rough at this time is that my brother and sister were infants and my parents didn’t have much time for me. I guess I took this hard because before this I was an only child. The other reason is that someone tied to my family was frequently beating the living daylights out of me. I have since forgiven him for beating me and am only bringing it up in this piece because it contributed to this traumatic part of my childhood. I was also special needs but no one at the time realized it.

I was sent to this church every Monday and Tuesday so I could interact with children around my age. To tell the truth, I hated going there, even though it was the only place I saw her.

She and I were always the first two children to arrive in the morning, so that is how we grew “close.”

There was also something about her, even though she was maybe only a little older than me, that she could tell when I was in distress and always had a way of comforting me.

There was even a time I happened to see the man who was beating me while being driven to that preschool and had my first of many panic attacks as a result.

When I arrived, Kristen saw that I was upset and somehow, she managed to calm me down.

There were numerous other times as well when she comforted me, though the only phrase I ever remember her saying is “Don’t worry.”

I ended up falling for her because of her kind heart, but also I thought she was beautiful.

She had porcelain skin, brown eyes, and light brown hair.

She frequently wore either blue and pink dresses. I don’t think I ever remember seeing her wear pants or shorts, which makes me wonder if she was raised in the United Pentecostal Church International or a fragmented church with similar doctrine. This church, by the way, was not UPCI or a non-denominational/fragmented church. Some of those churches strictly enforce dress codes, especially for women and girls, and also frequently teach their members to be reclusive from society and could be the reason why I have not seen her again.

Then in July of 1991, I would be taken out of the church preschool. Unfortunately, I would attend a far worse place for the next nearly ten years.

I remember the day I left very well. She crawled up to hug me goodbye, but I turned her down for fear of being teased.

That probably hurt her feelings immensely and I still regret it almost 30 years later at the time of writing this.

This was one of the worst mistakes of my life and if I had my life to live over, I would somehow have found a way to stay in touch with her, knowing what I know now.

To my knowledge, I’ve never seen her again.

The one time I think I might have seen her was on Easter Sunday, April 11, 2004, at the Wal-Mart in Thibodaux, Louisiana, but this is strictly speculation.

Since 2001, I’ve been trying to locate her and over the years I have asked hundreds if not thousands of women and girls with her first name if they were indeed her. None of them have ever told me “yes.” Many of them never replied, to begin with. Unfortunately a few have blocked me, for nothing more than asking an honest and harmless question. I feel as if people have become extremely block happy in recent years.

In 2004 and 2005, I went back to that church to look for her and did come across a couple of classmates since then but none of them remember her. Pay close attention to that fact!

Because her first name is Kristen, that means there are numerous methods to spell it and I am nowhere near sure of the exact spelling. This on top of not knowing her middle or last name nor even what year she was born in has made locating her all the more difficult.

This is the first time I am 100% public about this very personal story in my life, previously, I’ve only told people whom I deeply trust and I’ve gotten mixed reactions ranging from them thinking I am delusional to them thinking that she and I are indeed meant to be and to not give up on finding her one day.

While I was going through a divorce, I had renewed efforts in trying to locate her.

My main fear is that with me going public with this personal story, there will be some imposters that show up, which is why I have left out the details of exactly which church in Schriever, Louisiana, I met her at or the names of the teachers and other classmates, all of which I vividly remember.

I’ve come across several other classmates from that preschool and nursery, over the years, but the most shocking thing is none of them remember her at all.

I know some would maybe think that she was an angel that only I or maybe a few others could see.

The only reason why I wonder whether or not she’s an angelic being that only I could see is that I remember the teacher saying her name.

BOMBSHELL: She is the truest reason why I decided to start writing back on April 10, 2003. I used my memories of Kristen for most of my inspiration in my early days of writing.

There had been other women and girls who had inspired me to create characters and there had been some young ladies who reminded me of characters I created.

Unfortunately, I got into a relationship with a young woman which resulted in marriage and then ultimately divorce. The relationship lasted from 2007 to 2018.

Around 2014, I started searching for Kristen again, but to no avail. In that year, I also started writing stories again with her as my inspiration. Several of them are up on my blog.

In the latter parts of 2018, I stopped searching altogether, because I had entered into a very loving and stable relationship with a young lady that looked like a younger yet grown-up version of Kristen. Also, I took the fact that she was born in 1991 as a sign that she was the one. Unfortunately, on December 4/5, 2019, she called it quits on me. I was crushed but am finally starting to heal from it. I had gotten into a few brief relationships since but I always ended them for one reason or another.

A certain part of me wants to find her and find out whatever happened to her. Then my delusional self would either try to get to know her and maybe we could fall in love again or at least find out where she is now and let her know the impact she had on my life because it is a tremendous one, then wish her the best. I’ve also come to terms that she could be deceased and if that is the case, I want to visit her burial site and pay great homage and reverence to her. If she is still alive, romantically available and we meet again and get to know each other, physical features such as her size or facial beauty will not matter to me. Almost everyone who knows me knows that I am only attracted to plus-sized and/or super-sized women with pretty faces, but for her, I would try to pursue her no matter what she looked like. Also, nothing in her past would matter to me either, I would take her for who she is because I would remember how kind to me she was back then. For her, I could relax just about all of my standards. I do realize though that this is just a fantasy and that I need to move on.

Since 2014, I have been mentally creating stories of her and I together again after she helps me make a daring escape from some terrible people that had me captive. Because 2021 is the thirtieth anniversary of her and I meet, I may write down some of these stories. By the way, in my mind, they always took place in the year 2021! Possibly stay tuned. There is only one I wrote and did so in February of 2018.

Just for the record, I no longer think she and I are meant to be. The Lord has been showing me what my future spouse will be like and, she is similar in some ways but younger and nowhere near as maternal (for lack of a better word) towards me, though still very loving and affectionate. Also, with me being the male sex, God expects me to do [most of] the protecting and comforting not the other way around, so this is probably the main reason why he hasn’t allowed me to find her, assuming she is not an angel. At the risk of sounding unpopular, God indeed has established certain gender roles! Don’t shoot the messenger…

That’s all I have, for now, thank you for taking the time to read.

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Pairing a Royal Crown Cola with a Moon Pie

So, over ten years ago, I had discovered a Southern delicacy of pairing a Royal Crown Cola with a Moon Pie.

I drank R. C. Cola now and then in early childhood because my Paternal Grandparents were very frugal and R. C. is indeed the cheapest name brand cola there is. My parents on the other hand, especially my Mom fervently drank Coca-Cola. On and off since the age of nine, I had been a fervent Pepsi drinker, and especially since the age of twenty when I discovered their Wild Cherry version, which still to this day is my favorite soft drink.

I only consumed Moon Pies during Mardi Gras and Saint Patrick’s Day parades when they were thrown from floats to parade watchers. Growing up, we ate Little Debbies, especially the Oatmeal Creme Pie variety, more than anything else.

It was some time in 2009 or early 2010 when I had discovered the pairing of a Moon Pie with an R. C. Cola. I was researching scanners (as in the device used to listen in on two-way radio communications) and was reading about the Radio Shack Patrolman Radio receivers of the 1960s. Yes, the Patrolman line eventually included scanners, but before scanners being invented, the Patrolman radios were tuneable radios that initially covered either the VHF High or VHF Low Band and the AM (Medium Wave) Broadcast Band. These were very popular in the 1960s due to the high degree of civil unrest of the decade and citizens desiring to listen in on law enforcement communications. By the way, these communications were [almost] totally in the clear in those days. There was no encryption and certainly no digital communications. In my research, I discovered a picture of a Radio Shack Patrolman radio in the background and an individually-sized bottle of R. C. Cola with a wrapped Moon Pie in the foreground. That was the first time I had seen this combination.

Now as many of you know, I was born and raised in Southeast Louisiana. And yes I still reside there. Louisiana is certainly part of the South, at least physically, but the culture of Louisiana located below the U. S. Highway 190 corridor (give or take) is quite different from the rest of The South. For example, the white people here are mostly of French Canadian descent (Cajun-I have some in me.) There are also a few people of Parisian French ancestry here (myself included, as my surname suggests, and on both sides of my family.) In the heavily industrialized area between New Orleans and Baton Rouge along the Mississippi River, there is a high concentration of people with German ancestry (it is a lot like The Midwest, actually.) Among others, in the New Orleans area, there are people descended from Irish and Italian immigrants (quite similar to Brooklyn New York.) In rural parts of Louisiana, there are the Islenos, who are of Spanish ancestry (the Canary Islands, to be exact.) So this part of Louisiana is much more culturally diverse than the rest of the mostly Anglo-Saxon South. Therefore, some of the customs and traditions that are common and dear to most of the South are unknown to this part of Louisiana.

In more recent years, I had discovered that I do indeed have some more typical Southern (Anglo Saxon) roots on my Maternal Grandpa’s side. His ancestry comes not only from Germans and Irish people residing in Louisiana but also his ancestry can also be traced back to Mississippi and Alabama. It made perfect sense to me and explains a lot because I act more Southern than those that surround me. For example, I am Protestant as opposed to Catholic, although I was raised Catholic, at least in name only. I’m told that my writing and speech patterns sound more Southern, than Cajun though, my accent is a unique combination of New Orleans Y’at (which sounds similar to Brooklyn) and Cajun (which has a sound all of its own.) I’ve only known one or two other people who sounded like me and they were raised in a similar environment. I was not raised on Country Music, but acquired a taste for it in 2004. However, I think Country Music has had a sharp decline in quality since about 2013. I thoroughly enjoy listening to Redneck comedians and can relate to their humor. I am very Pro Second Amendment (which is indeed common between Cajuns and Rednecks, alike.) I am indeed attracted to plus-sized and super-sized ladies, a trait that is stereotypical of Redneck men, but I’ve since learned that men from all walks of life carry this trait. I frequently listen to scanners, another hobby many times associated with Rednecks. The only sport I will watch is NASCAR. I’m quite proficient at do-it-yourself projects when I need to be. I strive to be polite and mind my manners, which is highly valued in The South, but sadly not always in my part of Louisiana. And if I do it right, I can fry chicken just like Colonel Sanders. Therefore, I tend to associate and espouse more with Southern Culture than extreme South Louisiana Culture.

I think you, the reader, now get my point on how South Louisiana is different from the rest of The South.

The reason why I wrote all of this, was to explain how, despite technically growing up in The South, it wasn’t until adulthood that I discovered the combination of R. C. Cola and Moon Pie and when I did, it was totally by accident. However, I do have some true Southern blood pumping through my veins and I do indeed espouse its culture much better than the culture that surrounds me.

Moon Pies and Royal Crown Cola were both invented in Southern States, Tennesee and Georgia, respectively.

Moon Pies were invented as the result of a Kentucky coal miner suggesting to a Chattanooga bakery salesman upon being asked what kind of snack would he like the company to make. Legend has it, the miner told the salesman for the snack to have two round Graham cookies with marshmallow creme in the middle. He then proceeded to hold his hand up to the sky as if he were cupping the Moon in his hands and then continued that the snack should be “as big as The Moon.” The salesman took the miner’s request to heart and began producing Moon Pies, which were outselling all of their other baked goods. Initially, Moon Pies were plain, but soon afterward they were dipped in Chocolate. In later years they were dipped in other flavors such as Banana, Vanilla, and others.

Royal Crown Cola was ultimately invented over a dispute between a Columbus, Georgia, grocer and a Coca Cola salesman. The grocer thought that Coca Cola ought to give him a discount given the high volume of Coca Cola syrup he purchased from the company. The salesman refused. The grocer refused to ever purchase from Coca Cola again and began to formulate his own cola, ultimately coming up with Royal Crown Cola.

In my personal opinion, Royal Crown tastes better than Coke and almost as good as Pepsi, but due to its more affordable price, I drink R. C. more frequently than Pepsi. I think if R. C. followed Pepsi’s practices and used Cane Sugar in their drink, it would taste indeed as good as Pepsi. Coke typically uses HFCS in their American formula although, this wasn’t always the case. Had Coke continued using Cane Sugar, my Paternal Granpa may have been employed well into his 80s. He was a foreman at a local sugar factory and Coca-Cola was in the process of buying the plant. However, the deal fell through, the factory subsequently shut down and he was forced into retirement at the age of 61. I believe he genuinely wanted to be employed because, after retiring, he continued aggressively raising cattle and produce until the ripe old age of 89. He passed away at the age of 94. My Maternal Grandpa, on the other hand, worked for South Central Bell (now part of AT&T) but died twenty-nine years before I was born at the young age of only 42. He is the one that I inherit my Southern traits from and I am told how I take after him in so many ways. Like me, he was into technology and I wish he would have lived to be an old man so I could have known him and so he could have witnessed all of the great inventions that would come into existence after his death.

…Moving on…

I would drink R. C. Cola sparingly as a child and hadn’t drunk it for years until about the age of 26, when I was purchased some at a convenience store in San Antonio, Texas. Immediately, I recognized that it tasted considerably better than Coke and almost as good as Pepsi. I would drink it from time to time for the next few years.

After a failed marriage, I moved into my own place in May of 2018. My residence is but a few feet from a Dollar General, so I do a considerable deal of shopping there. Dollar General is also a typically Southern entity, though probably not as glamorous. I may give that said retailer some business from my testimony of what can be purchased there and not at other stores (R. C. Cola being an example.) But I also find myself poking fun at The Dollar General, comparing the shopping experience there to that of shopping in the USSR and their satellite states. I even go as far as frequently referring to it as “The Ruble General”, but only in harmless jest.

But I frequently buy my soft drinks at The Dollar General. And R. C. Cola is sold at the rate of 2 Liters for $1.00+tax. There are other quantities at which it is sold there but I don’t immediately recall the price. Coke and Pepsi most of the time are sold there for $1.80+tax unless they are on sale. I’m on a disability pension, so I must needs make my money stretch. I also buy some snacks at The Dollar General. A box of six Miniature Moon Pies can be had for, I think, also $1.00+tax. I would say that is indeed a bargain, considering inflation!

It was some time in 2020, around the time when Coronavirus became an issue that, I finally decided to try a Moon Pie and an R. C. Cola together. I indeed purchased them at my local Dollar General. I instantly enjoyed the combination and have been purchasing them ever since. As of lately, I am even getting my neighbors hooked on them. The way I most prefer consuming them is microwaving a Moon Pie for exactly 6 seconds (my microwave oven is rated a 700 Watts, your time may vary) and then eating it and then washing it down with an ice-cold R. C. Cola.

There are several theories on how Royal Crown Cola became paired with Moon Pies, but the one I’ll accept most is that during the Great Depression they were a cheap but energy-dense source of food and drink. They offered the most calories per unit of currency in a time when money was extremely tight. Not only that, they were very palatable and could hold up most men performing work that was many times physically demanding. An original Moon Pie which was four inches and diameter and a 12 ounce R. C. Cola paired together, sold for a total of one Dime. So it became an instant hit with the working class throughout the South.

But, nowadays, they are popular throughout the South and with more than just the working class.

Now I am indeed disabled. But, even with inflation adjustments, an R. C. Cola paired with a Moon Pie is a cheap thrill that can be afforded to me even though I am on a fixed income. I think of the pictured that I mentioned earlier in this piece and many times I too eat a Moon Pie and drink an R. C. Cola whilst listening to my scanner. This is a frugal way to have a good time. Some of my neighbors have also picked up on this habit.

Before I became totally disabled, I always wanted to have a son so he and I could hang out in the kitchen and listen to our scanners, especially at night. I’m 34 at the time of writing this and have no children, as of yet. God has shown me what my true future spouse will be like and He equally told me to be patient in finding her. If I ever do have children, I’ve always wondered if instead of singing songs they hear on the radio, as most kids do, they will repeat track bulletins and vessel names along with their positions that they hear on my scanners. I would get a kick out of that as would all my friends that also listen to scanners. I’ll have to be careful with the marine traffic, though, especially if I ever have a daughter, because of the foul language sometimes used on those marine channels. Just the other morning, I heard the Mother F word uttered on Channel 13 by an angry boat captain. Such a phrase is completely uncalled for in any circumstance and can get someone killed if he or she utters it to the wrong person. Enough about that, let’s focus on more pleasant things. Maybe one day, God will bless me with children and we will be hanging out in my kitchen listening to scanners, eating Moon Pies, and drinking R. C. Cola.

Because this blog is read worldwide, I’m not sure if you, the reader, have ever heard of combining a Moon Pie with an R. C. Cola much less if these products are available near you. My suggestion is if you live in The States, check out your local Ruble, I mean Dollar General.

If you’re able to purchase these, please do so. I don’t think you will be disappointed! After all, it is a tried and true favorite.

So, I guess this concludes my article on R. C. Cola and Moon Pies.

I hope you, the reader, have been informed and maybe even entertained.

May God richly bless you!

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Rest in Peace Don Michael Ratcliff

Mr. Don Michael Ratcliff, Sr. was born in circa 1946 and passed away on October 23, 2018.

He was a native of Morgan City, Louisiana and a resident of Bourg, Louisiana.

I was not informed of his death on time, in fact, it wasn’t even a year ago that I had found out he had passed away at the time I am writing this.

The only way I was made aware of his passing was by attempting to friend request him on Facebook, but never getting an acceptance. So, I eventually contacted his daughter, Gena Ratcliff Thornhill, who informed me of the sad and troubling news.

She and I subsequently exchanged a few messages about how awesome of a person he was.

Mr. Don proudly served his country in the United States Navy, then afterward worked as a highly-skilled electrician.

In later years, he became the groundskeeper at my high school, Vandebilt Catholic High.

That is how I was able to get to know him.

He and I shared many interests.

We both were into electronics and he even taught me some of the basics about it, such as how the Standing Wave Ratio of antennas feedlines and their connections works. He spoke to me in detail about his mother’s old police scanner, obviously a crystal controlled model. He taught me about the microwave relay dishes mounted on the various communications towers that dot our land. At one point he was into Citizen’s Band Radio using the handle, “D-Rat.” As mentioned before in other posts on this blog, he collected calculators, like me, and always wanted to see what calculator I was carrying for my schoolwork. From his daughter, I learned that he was a Mathematical genius and probably could have taught it at Vandebilt, if he had the credentials (he definitely had the competence.) She also mentioned that he would solve frequently complicated math equations just for fun.

I later worked with him and the rest of the maintenance crew in the Summer of 2005 and he is the one who got me to eat sardines and Vienna sausages on the regular.

He carried an electrician’s knife on his person at all times and his daughter also told me how much he liked that knife.

I also remember him frequently keeping a loaf of Evangeline Maid sliced white bread, a Creole Tomato, and a bottle of yellow mustard in the boiler room. Many times for lunch, in addition to his Brunswick Sardines or Libby’s Vienna Sausage, he would slice that Creole tomato with his electrician’s knife of his and place the slices between two pieces of bread with mustard. Believe it or not, this simple but seemingly strange food combination is actually a delicious treat. I can’t for the life of me remember the brand of mustard he used. He would then use that electrician’s knife for every other task that required it. He is the reason why I carried an electrician’s knife for at least a few years and still have one in my tool satchel.

His style of dress was a tee shirt with a breast pocket, blue jeans, a Timex Easy Reader wristwatch, and a plaid shirt over his tee-shirt during cold weather. In the breast pocket of his tee-shirt was almost always a pack of Doral cigarettes. He also wore a ball cap that advertised one of the electrical supply houses that which he frequented.

We would exchange lots of jokes about various subjects.

One evening in December of 2005, I remember calling him on the phone to ask a question on the electrical specifications of an aftermarket AC adaptor that I planned to purchase for my laptop and he was able to properly advise me. I then ordered the adaptor and it powered my laptop perfectly.

I never knew of his passing until over a year later and I wish Vandebilt’s administration or public relations personnel would have properly informed the students, faculty, staff, and alumni of it. I would have wanted to know so I could attend his memorial, as I truly looked up to him.

What’s done is unfortunately done, though.

All in all, Rest in Peace Mr. Don.

I enjoyed and benefitted from all that you taught me, it was an honor to work with you and it was fun to be around you!

A Review of The Uniden BC144XL Programmable Desktop Scanner

Just so everyone knows, I am not the owner of this featured image; it is from a picture that I Googled and cropped.

I had first discovered scanner radios in the Summer of 2001 at the age of fourteen and a half.

However, I had little to no income due to my age and my parents aren’t big on technology to appreciate such a device. It angered them that I could potentially eavesdrop on other’s communications, especially law enforcement and government operations. In fact, they were appalled when they found out that such an item existed.

And, at the time, even an entry-level scanner cost at least $100, brand new.

So, I had no hopes of getting one.

Well, until September of 2002, that is.

My local Wal*Mart had a Uniden BC144XL on clearance for $30.00+tax.

I borrowed the money and purchased it at once.

That was the first scanner I ever owned and what this piece will be a review of.

At first, I had a slight amount of consumer’s remorse when I took it home and set it up.

There was only a two-digit LED display, that didn’t show the full frequency readout.

There were no search functions, which meant I could only program the frequencies I knew-this resulted in a lot of trial and error.

I later found out that at the time, local law enforcement in my Parish was on the Louisiana 800 MHz Motorola Smartzone Trunked System, so I could not pick them up whatsoever with this scanner-and boy I was ticked off at that fact!

While it was capable of picking up The Feds, there were no Federal Government operations within range.

However, I did find some use for it and I ended up enjoying it.

For example, I frequently listened to my local fire department and eventually neighboring fire departments. I discovered 2 Meter local Amateur Radio operations in my area. I listened in on analog cordless phones that operated in the VHF Low Band. There were some local businesses and utilities with wide-area repeater coverage that I would listen to. And I would eventually use it for listening to marine communications and even railroads, some months later.

In December of 2002, with the money I was gifted for Christmas, I upgraded to a Uniden BC80XLT, which had more channels, covered 800 MHz, had search functions, and was portable. I had that newer until the Fall of 2005 when someone sabotaged it. I may write a review of it someday.

I sold my first scanner approximately a year later because I needed the money for other things.

For years, I regretted selling it, especially in more recent years when the bulk of my scanner listening transitioned from law enforcement to railroad and marine traffic.

On this day, January 3, 2021, I purchased a duplicate Uniden BC144XL in fairly decent condition for roughly the same price I paid back in September 2002. It was a late birthday present to me from myself. Thank God for eBay! I plan to use it in conjunction with my Realistic Pro-59, which I shall compare it to.

In these ways it is better than the Realistic Pro-59:
It has double the channel memory with sixteen channels as opposed to eight.
It also covers 29-54 MHz in addition to 137-174 MHz and 406-512 MHz.

The Realistic Pro-59, has better antenna connections, though, at least in my humble but honest opinion.

The user interface between the Uniden BC144XL and the Realistic Pro-59 is very similar, with the Uniden BC144XL being more advanced.

Well, they are both Unidens though one is a true Uniden and the other is a rebadged Uniden made for Radio Shack under the Realistic name.

I don’t have the receiver sensitivity ratings for this scanner, but I am durn sure that it is more sensitive than any of its modern-day counterparts and that is a crying shame. I was amazed at how far away it could pull in signals from, even with just the stock antenna. I cannot wait for my duplicate to come in the mail!

I already have a general idea of what I am going to program in it:

The first few channels will be for local and neighboring fire departments (almost all on VHF High Band.)

Then I will store my local utilities (Electrical on VHF Low Band, Waterworks on UHF Band.)

Then a few amateur radio frequencies (2 Meter and 70 Centimeter Bands. Might even program some 6 Meter and 10 Meter FM frequencies since a new sunspot cycle is beginning!)

Then railroad and marine, that is a must (VHF High Band.)

Finally maybe a few local businesses (Mostly UHF Band.)

I haven’t decided where in my residence that I want to use it, since I already have a tabletop scanner in each room.

I will admit that I bought it for the sentimental value but also for the powerful sensitivity because I’m convinced that it pulls in signals clearly that my newer scanners won’t even stop on.

In my teens, I would have given it a low rating, maybe 1 or 2 out of 5 stars, because of all it lacked

However, at the age of thirty-four and with totally different listening habits I can give this scanner a rating of 4 out of 5 stars, only because it lacks a full frequency display and a search function. However, it does make up for it in being well-built, long-lasting, and extra sensitive.

I mean many scanners that were made 25-35 years ago still work perfectly even though they may be partially or even mostly obsolete. Well, they are still perfectly fine for most of my listening tastes!

I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again:

Will any scanner made today or even within the last decade still be functioning 25-35 years in the future?

Somehow, I don’t think so.

All in all, I guess this concludes my review of Uniden BC144XL.

I cannot wait for my duplicate to come in the mail and I hope that you, the reader, have been informed and maybe even entertained.

May God richly bless you!0

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Christmas Eve Scenes from my Stories

Christmas has always been my favorite holiday, even prior to coming to Christ in July of 2004.

Yes, I do uphold and affirm that the primary reason for Christmas is to celebrate Jesus Christ coming into this world in order to purchase the gift of eternal salvation to all who surrender to Him.

May we never forget that!

On the secular side of the holiday, I also associate it with, romance and spending time with those who are near and dear to us, be it a spouse, a lover, family or friends.

Furthermore I see it as a time to be kind to everyone we come across.

On this page, I plan to share scenes from my stories that happen to take place on Christmas Eve. Many of them are from the stories I wrote when influenced by Post Modernism.

I know that 2020, has been a miserable year for all of humanity and my prayer is that all that which was robbed from us will be restored and replaced in 2021!

I hope that these scenes will bring some cheer to you, the reader.

If I had to choose a physical location for these following scenes, they would all take place in The Greater New Orleans Area.

Without further ado, here they are:

…Grocer and Writer, Christmas Eve Scenes (I sincerely apologize for the mention of premarital sex)…:
*BY THE WAY THIS SCENE WAS WRITTEN IN THE SUMMER OF 2014*
*JUST FOR THE RECORD GARTH COOPER IS 22 GOING ON 23 AND SAMANTHA ABBOTT IS 17 GOING ON 18*
GUY’S PERSPECTIVE
It’s Christmas Eve and my grocery work is finally done for the night.

So, with that, I clock out, text my girlfriend, and head to her parents’ house. The traffic is congested terribly tonight but, I finally make it to the suburbs. As soon as I pull up in the driveway she comes walking out the door. We embrace, then kiss beneath the glow of a street lamp.

“Let’s go to your place,” She tells me, placing her soft hands under my shirt and rubbing the hairs on my chest.

“Very well, baby,” I reply.

We walk to my car and I open the passenger door for her.

She steps in.

Then I sit down in the driver’s seat and start my engine. Quickly we leave and then head for my house in the working poor section of the city.

I drive through all of the traffic but finally make it to my neighborhood, then my street. I park my car against the curb, then escort her out.

I open my hurricane fence, then we walk through my front yard, up my steps and into my front door. I lock and deabbolt the door as she sits down on the sofa. I go to my refrigerator and get us each a pint bottle of Borden Egg Nog. I open one, then hand the other to her.

“I’m already so fat. I probably shouldn’t drink this,” She tells me with hesitation.

“I think you are beautiful just as you are, baby, but I’d love you and revere you no matter how thin or heavy you are.”

“I know I found someone good, because you want me even though I’m so big. I love you so much for that!”

“I love you just as much, I think you are beautiful and I’m so glad to have you in my life!”

She then embraces me and we begin to drink our egg nog.

I turn on the television and adjust the rabbit ears. We catch the late local news, already in progress.

An indifferent reporter tells of several unrelated murders that took place in the city over the past twenty four hours.

“What a waste! I don’t see why people desire to take each others’ lives,” I say, disgusted.

The reporter continues to talk of the whole world preparing for war and that global conflict could break out at any time.

We both shudder.

“Why don’t we turn this miserable thing off and focus on each other?” My girlfriend says.

“Very well, baby,” I tell her, point the remote at the TV and push the “Power” button, then ask “What would you like to do?”

“Well there is one thing I would love to do, but I think it’s illegal.”

“What is that?” I ask.

“Be intimate with you.”

I hold her hands and say, “Yes. I want to be intimate with you as well, I really do. I love you with all my heart and would do anything for you. I’m just afraid of how your parents would react.”

“I promise I won’t tell anyone. It would kill me to know that I’d be the reason you go to jail, so I’ll keep it between you and me.”

“Your parents could still figure it out, though. Especially when they find out how much time we spend together alone.”

“I know, but I don’t think my dad would be that angry, even if he found out. Once he sees how you treat me like a princess, he’ll want me to keep you. He hates seeing me constantly rejected and lonely all the time.”

“I wish I could completely believe that. Maybe I’m just being a little paranoid, but the last thing I need is a criminal record.”

“But just thinking of how you love me for who I am, when I was turned down and mocked by so many others, makes me desire you so badly right now, though.”

“I promise, as soon as you turn eighteen, I will make love to you.”

“But that’s not for another six weeks. A lot could happen between now and then. You could be drafted off to war. Our city could be bombed. One of us could be murdered We are not guaranteed tomorrow, so let’s make tonight worth it. Be mine and seal our relationship forever.”

“You’re right. Being drafted scares me to death. I’m a lover, not a fighter. But I’m not really a lover either though.”

“”Wow, you’re a twenty two year old virgin? I can’t believe you’ve never been with anyone else, because you’re so cute!”

“That’s right. No one ever put up with me like you do, and none of them were ever worth it either.”

“Am I worth it?”

“You are indeed worth it and more.”

“Then will you be intimate with me?”

“Yes. You made me realize that I need to love you as much as possible, because there is no guarantee of the time we have left together. We will share the experience of fully knowing each other and only each other and no one will be able to take that from us, no matter what they do. No war, no criminal, no distance, no government nor anyone or anything else will be able to take what we have away from us. I will be your one and only, both now and forever, no matter what!”

“Oh, I love you so much!” She says kissing me wildly.

“I love you too, baby. I hope to give you nothing but bliss tonight.”

“You already are!”

With that we walk to my bedroom and become fully know to each other. After multiple releases we cuddle into the night and fall asleep in each others’ arms.

In the morning we wake and I make her breakfast.
GIRL’S PERSPECTIVE
It’s Christmas Eve and I just got a text from my boyfriend. He just got off of work and is coming see me-I feel so elated!

The minutes crawl by, but as I am looking through the dining room window, I see the headlights of his old Toyota pulling onto my parents’ driveway.

So happy to see him, I come walking out the door and we embrace under the glow of a streetlamp.

I place my hands under his shirt and rub his chest as I tell him, “Let’s go to your place.”

“Very well, baby,” He replies.

We walk to his car and he opens the passenger door for me. He’s so sweet to do that.

I step in and he enters on the driver’s side and starts the car.

Quickly we leave and head to his house.

The traffic is awful tonight, but finally, we are in his neighborhood and now on his street.

He parks the car against the curb, gets out then opens the door for me and escorts me inside.

I sit on the sofa and he goes to his refrigerator and gets us each a pint bottle of Borden Egg Nog. He opens one and hands me the other.

“I’m already so fat. I probably shouldn’t drink this,” I tell him with hesitation.

“I think you are beautiful just as you are, baby, but I’d love you and revere you no matter how thin or heavy you are.” My heart melts when he tells me that. I want him forever because he feels that way.

So I tell him, “I know I found someone good because you want me even though I’m so big. I love you so much for that!”

“I love you just as much, I think you are beautiful and I’m so glad to have you in my life!”

I then embrace him and we begin to drink our egg nog.

My boyfriend puts the TV on and we watch the news.

The reporter talks about several murders that took place today in our city.

“What a waste! I don’t see why people desire to take each others’ lives,” My boyfriend says with disgust.

The reporter then tells of the whole world about to be at war.

We both shudder.

“Why don’t we turn this miserable thing off and focus on each other?” I tell him.

“Very well, baby,” He tells me, turns the TV off, then asks “What would you like to do?”

I guess it’s time to be truly honest with him about what I want to do.

Here goes: “Well there is one thing I would love to do, but I think it’s illegal.”

“What is that?” He asks.

“Be intimate with you.” There I said it. I could not picture anyone better to lose my virginity to because he is so sweet to me.

He gently holds my hands and says, “Yes. I want to be intimate with you as well, I really do. I love you with all my heart and would do anything for you. I’m just afraid of how your parents would react.” Oh my, he feels the same way! How I wish I was legal, now more than ever!

Softly and soberly, I tell him, “I promise I won’t tell anyone. It would kill me to know that I’d be the reason you go to jail, so I’ll keep it between you and me.”

He’s very leery now, just like when we met. “Your parents could still figure it out, though. Especially when they find out how much time we spend together alone,” He tells me.

Let me see if I can comfort him somehow because I want his body so much. “I know, but I don’t think my dad would be that angry, even if he found out. Once he sees how you treat me like a princess, he’ll want me to keep you. He hates seeing me constantly rejected and lonely all the time.”

“I wish I could completely believe that. Maybe I’m just being a little paranoid, but the last thing I need is a criminal record.”

I know these laws are to protect me, but they could not protect me from myself if I would have ended my life last Thanksgiving. I very well could have done just that if he rejected me. But he didn’t reject me, he loves me more than I ever dared dream. All these laws do is prevent him from loving me more.

I’ll tell him about that, just like this, “But just thinking of how you love me for who I am when I was turned down and mocked by so many others, makes me desire you so badly right now, though.”

“I promise, as soon as you turn eighteen, I will make love to you.”

“But that’s not for another six weeks. A lot could happen between now and then. You could be drafted off to war. Our city could be bombed. One of us could be murdered. We are not guaranteed tomorrow, so let’s make tonight worth it. Be mine and seal our relationship forever.”

He’s opening up now, “You’re right. Being drafted scares me to death. I’m a lover, not a fighter. But I’m not really a lover either though.”

“Wow, you’re a twenty-two-year-old virgin? I can’t believe you’ve never been with anyone else because you’re so cute!” To tell the truth, I want him that much more now!

“That’s right. No one ever put up with me like you do, and none of them were ever worth it either.”

“Am I worth it?”

“You are indeed worth it and more.”

“Then will you be intimate with me?”

“Yes. You made me realize that I need to love you as much as possible because there is no guarantee of the time we have left together. We will share the experience of fully knowing each other and only each other and no one will be able to take that from us, no matter what they do. No war, no criminal, no distance, no government nor anyone or anything else will be able to take what we have away from us. I will be your one and only, both now and forever, no matter what!”

“Oh, I love you so much!” I tell him with passion as I kiss him over and over again.

“I love you too, baby. I hope to give you nothing but bliss tonight.”

“You already are!” I tell him with tears of joy in my eyes.

Hand in hand we walk to his bedroom and become intimately known to each other.

This moment is so special for both of us.

After we are both exhausted we peacefully fall asleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning we wake and he makes me breakfast.

…I could picture Canon in D playing as these scenes unfold and if it were ever to be shown either as animation or live action, I would have them walk into the bedroom and shut the door behind them, then I would show the outside of the house at the bedroom window with the light going out and snow beginning to fall…

…KEEP READING…

…A Disabled Electrician turned Writer (again, I apologize for the mention of pre martial intimacy)…:
*I BEGAN THIS SERIES IN 2017, BUT THIS PARTICULAR SCENE WAS WRITTEN SOME TIME IN 2019*
*JUST FOR THE RECORD, ANNABELLE JENKINS IS 18 GOING ON 19 AND JOHNNY JOSEPH ELDER IS 25 GOING ON 26*
It’s Christmas Eve Morning and Annabelle and I are getting out of bed.

Today and tomorrow will be very busy, we will be visiting neighbors and family.

We are going to Mrs. Angela’s today then Annabelle’s family this evening.

Tomorrow we are taking a train to the countryside to see my family. Annabelle will be meeting them for the first time and I hope they accept her.

The alarm apps on our phones are bothing going off.

I’m wearing pants with no shirt and Annabelle is wearing her white night shirt and a red panty.

I give her a kiss.

She giggles then we rub noses.

I run my fingers through her long thick hair and she puts her glasses on.

We kiss once more.

“I have a gift for you, Annabelle,” I tell her.

“I have one for you as well Johnny,” She replies.

Should we exchange them right now?” I ask.

“There’s another gift I want from you first!” She tells me, then sits on my stomach and pulls her shirt over me, placing her breasts in my face.

I’m very turned on.

She places her bottom near my face and says, “Enjoy me!”

*EDITED OUT DUE TO SEXUALLY GRAPHIC NATURE*

“I love you so much, bae!” Annabelle says as she grabs me with all her strength.

“I love you too!” I reply as I catch my breath.

We cuddle into the morning until the alarms go off again.

“Now we can exchange our Christmas gifts.” Annabelle says as she beams.

We get our clothes back on then we each go to our sock drawers in the dresser and pull out the gifts.

I pull out a box with a ring in it. The jewels sparkle in the sunlight coming out of the window. I then say, “This is a promise ring. I promise to be yours and only yours. I want you and no one else! I hope you feel the same way.”

Annabelle smiles from ear to ear, grabs me then kisses me.

“You’re so sweet Johnny and by the way, it’s beautiful! For the record I also want only you and no one else!”

“I would want to buy you an engagement ring, because you have my heart, but I don’t want to scare you off.”

“It wouldn’t scare me, it would be a dream come true!” She pauses and then says, “Now your gift,” She hands me a wrapped box.

I tear the wrapping paper with my Helping Hand Multi Tool.

It’s a Samsung Galaxy Prime Smartphone.

Annabelle then says, “You could combine your smartphone plan and your wireless internet and save a few dollars each month. Plus you no longer have to be tied to your computer for Internet Access.

I hug Annabelle gently and kiss her head. I rub her love handles and look into her eyes as she smiles at me.

“Do you like it?” She asks.

“Of course I do,” I reply. But then continue, “But how could you afford it?”

“I had cleaned some houses a couple times and saved little by little. I hope you like it. Besides you’re almost twenty six and it’s time you get a smartphone.”

“You’re right bae. I didn’t want one in the past because I always wanted something rugged, but that was when I was working. I’m not working anymore.”

“And with your data plan you can use it as a portable router, so you can still connect your computer to the Internet.”

“Wow bae! I do like it a lot!”

“Once it is set up, we can take a selfie together and have it as our background photos.”

“And we can send sexy pictures to each other.”

“Now you’re getting it!”

I then hold Annabelle by her waist and lovingly kiss the back of her neck.

“I love you!” She says.

“I love you too, bae and I’m now wishing that I had got you an engagement ring instead of a promise ring, because I would marry you. However, you’re the only one I would marry.”

“I know bae.”

“How about I buy you an engagement ring as soon as my loan to pay my deductible is paid off.”

“That’s fine, bae. More importantly, give me your time, your loyalty and your affections.”

“You’ve got those forever.”

“I know that too, bae, and you’ve made me happier than I’ve ever been.”

“I’m hungry. What about you?”

“Yes, bae, that’s how you know our love making was wonderful!”

“Then why don’t I make us some French Toast?”

“That would be so good, I’ll help.”

We walk to the kitchen and I pull out my last few slices of Melinda’s store brand bread.

I beat some eggs, milk, sugar, vanilla and nutmeg in a bowl then I plunge and immerse the slices of bread in the mixture.

Then I place an iron skillet on my gas range and light it.

I place some butter in the skillet and it begins to melt.

After the butter is melted, I place the slices of bread on the skillet and slightly brown them.

Soon breakfast is ready.

I pour us each some Tropicana Orange Juice and place our French Toast on some plates.

Even though we are living in sin, we still say grace because we are still thankful to God for all the blessings He liberally gives us.

I watch Annabelle scarf down her food and I think she is so cute.

I’m also eating fast, because all the intimacy made me so hungry.

“I’ll do the dishes,” Annabelle says.

Just clean the skillet, we can do the rest when we get back after Christmas Day.

Annabelle then cleans the skillet, then we get dressed.

“What would you like to wear bae?” Annabelle asks me.

“Some black pants and my evergreen work shirt.”

Annabelle looks through my bottom pants drawer and gets my pants out.

I struggle to take my pants and underwear off. I get a sharp pain in my lower back.

She then gets a fresh pair of socks and underwear out of the top drawer and helps me put them on.

She then helps me get my pants on.

I put a white tee shirt on then my evergreen work shirt.

Annabelle then puts on a long green skirt and a white fleece shirt.

Then Annabelle helps me put my boots on and we grab the present and walk out the door.

It’s bright and sunny outside, but very cold.

We cut across my yard then through the gate of my hurricane fence then a over to Mrs. Angela’s house.

We walk up Mrs. Angela’s steps and then knock on her door.

She is wearing a red pants suit as she greets us, “Oh, it’s my favorite couple! Come on in. What brings y’all here?”

“We’re going to the country to see my family tomorrow, so we wanted to visit you for Christmas,” I say.

“And we are going see my family tonight,” Annabelle adds in.

“Y’all both seem unhappy about that,” Mrs. Angela says.

“Well, the fact that Annabelle is younger than my youngest sibling, my family might see me as a sicko.”

“And Oliver’s weird son Maurice will be visiting with my family.”

Mrs. Angela looks at me and says, “I don’t think your siblings will have any problems with you and Annabelle’s age difference once they see how much y’all love each other.”

She then looks at Annabelle and says, “What does Maurice do that makes him weird?”

“All he does is talk about video games and he cannot deal in reality. No one wants to hear about the video games. He’s twenty one but he acts twelve.”

“Don’t yall both like to write fiction?”

“Yes.” We reply in unison.

“Then why don’t you get down to his level and maybe you could teach him to write the story line to a whole new video game and then he would be a big success.”

“Well, that’s a good idea since he is the one who will be taking us to the rail passenger terminal,” Annabelle says.

“I look at Annabelle and say, “Maybe he could fix my computer when it is on the blink and in return I could teach him to write,” I add in.

“He custom builds high spec computers for his games, I’m sure he could. But then he would insult you, Johnny, for having an outdated computer,” Annabelle remarks.

“Does he work?”

“Yes. He’s a computer game salesman, but that’s all he talks about,”

“Well I hope there isn’t too much drama for y’all,” Mrs. Angela says, then continues, “Actually, I have some gifts for you, from me and Roger.”

“We have gifts for you and Roger as well,” Annabelle says.

I reach into the tote bag and give Mrs. Angela a Rock N Roll compilation CD album, then say, “See if this music brings back memories of when you and your husband were young.”

She puts the CD in her stereo system and the music begins to play.

“Yes it does bring back memories. Thank you Johnny!”

Annabelle then gives her a bottle of body wash.

She smells it and says, “Oh it’s Heavenly! Thank you Annabelle.”

Mrs. Angela then says, handing me a small wrapped box, “Now this is for you, Johnny from me and Roger.”

I open it and am now very happy. It is the Leatherman Style PS I’ve had my eyes on. I clip it to my belt loop and then say, “Roger must have seen me eying on this in the supply house. I bought him this Klein screwdriver set, because I saw him eying it in the supply house as well.”

Mrs. Angela then hands Annabelle a $40 Target gift card.

I look at Annabelle then say, “Bae you can buy some sexy clothes from there,”

“I think I will,” Annabelle says.

“Have some Christmas Punch with me,” Mrs. Angela says.

“Is it spiked?” Annabelle asks.

“Yes, but you need something to take the edge of your nerves off.”

“Okay, I’ll take some,” Annabelle giggles.

“I’ll take some too.” I add in.

“Not too much now,” Mrs. Angela says with a smirk.

We both drink a glass.

“Feeling better now?” Mrs. Angela asks.

Annabelle and I both nod.

We listen to the music and dance.

“Oh, if only my husband was here!” Mrs. Angela says, then continues, looking at us, “Be sure to always honor and cherish each other because y’all never know much time y’all will have together!” There is an awkward silence, then Mrs. Angela says, “There’s a Christmas movie being broadcast on television in a few minutes, why don’t y’all watch it with me?”

“Sure,” I say.

“We’d love to!” Annabelle says.

“It’s on CBS, set of my television for it, Johnny,” Mrs. Angela says.

I turn her televison on, tune it to the local CBS affiliate and then adjust the antennas as we sit and watch.

Mrs. Angela sits in her recliner and Annabelle and I sit on the sofa where we first met.

After the movie concludes, I look at my watch and Annabelle then says, “We need to get to my mom and Oliver’s apartment. Pray that thers is no drama, Mrs. Angela.”

“I sure will,” She replies, then walks us to the door and continues, “Y’all have a Merry Christmas!”

“Same to you!” We reply in unison.

We leave Mrs. Angela’s house and walk to the apartment complex.

We enter the grounds then walk up to the building and up the stairs.

We knock and we are greeted by Maurice with a laptop in his hand.

“Johnny and Annabelle are here!” He shouts.

“Let them in!” Debbie Lou shouts back from the kitchen.

We walk in.

“Could we exchange gifts now that they are here?” Maurice asks.

“Sure, why not?” Oliver replies.

I reach into my bag and pull out a Hyper Tough miniature tool set and hand it to Maurice as I say, “This is for you, in case you want to work on your computer.”

“Wow! Cool! Thanks man!”

“Thank Annabelle too, it’s from both of us,” I tell him.

He awakwardly hugs her and says, “Thanks sis!”

We then pull out a bottle of cherry wine and I say, “This is for Mrs. Debbie Lou,”

“Oh, y’all shouldn’t have!” Debbie Lou says, then opens it and pours a glass.

“And for Oliver,” Annabelle says, then I hand him a sports almanac.

“Cool!” He says and begins to read it.

They both hand us each a $100 Gift Card to Melinda’s.

I’m grateful but Annabelle rolls her eyes. But we still thank all of them.

Maurice goes back to watching gamers on YouTube.

Debbie gradully gets drunk on the wine.

Oliver puts on his reading glasses and is buried in the sports almanac.

Annabelle is extremely irritated and whispers to me, “You see that, we are not going to spend time as a family,”

I try to comfort her and, “At least it is peaceful, right.”

“You’re right, just hold me close to you,”

“I will hold you close to me all night…”

We snuggle on the sofa until everyone goes to bed.

We then walk to my house by the light of my flashlight.

After arriving home, we pack then sleep in each others’ arms…

Second Chances:
*THIS SERIES WAS BEGUN IN LATE DECEMBER OF 2019 AND SPORADICALLY WRITTEN THROUGHOUT 2020*
*JUST FOR THE RECORD MY MALE CHARACTER IS 32 GOING ON 33 AND MY FEMALE CHARACTER IS 25 GOING ON 26*
PART 1:
It’s Christmas Eve Morning and I am waking up on my living room sofa.

I look mY Casio wristwatch and it indicates that it is 10:59 in the morning.

My smartphone is charging on the nightstand next to my sofa.

I unplug it, then I give my newly found girlfriend a call.

It rings once, then I hear her answer, “Hey you!”

“Hey,” I reply.

“I’m glad you called,”

“Of course. How could I forget,”

She then giggles happily.

I continue, “I just wanted to touch base with you because I am just waking up.”

“Aw that’s sweet,” She pauses and then continues, “Are you doing anything this evening?”

“No, I hadn’t planned anything.”

“Then maybe you could come to me and my two room mates’ house and have dinner.”

“I’d really like that!”

“You would?”

“Of course. It means I get to visit a beautiful young lady!” I pause, then continue, “Now which beautiful young lady am I talking about?”

“ME!” She replies with a happiness in her voice.

“That’s right and don’t ever forget it”! I tell her.

“You just made my heart flutter!”

“And you make my life so bright!”

“I wish we would have met a lot sooner!”

“So do I!” I pause then ask her, “Is there anything I could bring?”

“You don’t have to bring anything but you’re handsome self.”

“But I have an ulterior motive-I want to stay on your two room mates’ good side because I want out relationship to work as smoothly as possible and there be no drama.”

“Aw, you’re so thoughtful! If you want then, you could bring some Cherry Cordials and a couple two liter bottles of RC Cola, then. We all drink RC Cola like crazy and we’ve been craving some Cherry Cordials!”

“Consider it done, then!”

“Yay!”

“What were you doing when I called?”

“I was getting ready to take a bath.”

“I’ll be doing that too so I can get ready for the day.”

“Where are you going to buy the candy and soft drink for tonight?”

“I was going to go to Melinda’s.”

“I know you’re on a fixed income, so maybe you could go to The Dollar General instead where they will be cheaper,”

“You mean The Ruble General!”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh. That’s a joke I made up year ago. The Ruble was the official currency of The Soviet Union and I always say that shopping at The Dollar General is like shopping in The Soviet Union because of the long lines and product shortages.”

“Oh. Now I get it. You’re so smart and funny!”

“Thank you! I’m glad you think so!” I pause then ask, “Do you know where one is?”

“Just across the train tracks. RC Cola is on sale for 2 liters for 85 cents and the Cherry Cordials might be on clearance by now.”

“I might see some trains then. I think trains are so cool!”

“You’re going to like it in this city-there are plenty of trains!”

“There’s a much more important reason why I like this city, though!”

“What is it?”

“Because you live here!”

“You’re making me blush!”

“You’re so cute when you blush! Well you’re always cute!”

“I wish I was there to kiss you!”

“I would definitely kiss you in return!”

“I know you would and I feel so happy!”

“I hope I’ll always make you happy!”

“Just always be as sweet as you are and just be patient with me even on my bad days and you will always make me happy!”

“I have bad days too, so I could somewhat relate to you, so I’ll be patient with you. Please be patient with me as well!”

“Then let’s make a pact: We will always be patient and understanding with each other, especially our mental issues!”

“Agreed! And I wish I was there to seal that pact with a kiss!”

“Aw well you may kiss me as soo as you see me this evening!” She pauses then says, “Not may, but must! You must kiss me!”

“I’d be honored to! Speaking of that, what time should I cross over?”

“Five PM is fine.”

“I’ll be there!”

“Yay! Now, we both need to bathe to get ready for the day, but I cannot wait to see you this evening!”

“As do I! Now you go enjoy your bath!”

“You too.”

“Okay bye.”

“Bye baby!”

We then hang up.

I go into my bathroom and open the valve on my wall heater, then strike a match and light it.

I then draw some hot water and sit down in the tub.

I wash my hair with my favorite shampoo then I wash my body with Dial soap.

It’s nice and warm so I relax for a while.

I feel my face and, even though I look clean shaven there is still a slight amount of facial hair, so I shave.

Afterwards, I rub some conditioner on my face and dry off.

I go into my bedroom and put on some black dress pants and a white tee shirt. Then I put on my belt socks shoes and an Evergreen Oxford shirt.

I sit on my bed then check my bank account on my smartphone.

There is $35.66 left in my account.

I know what I’ll do: I’ll go to Melinda’s and buy a Weather Radio for my girlfriend and her two room mates as a house warming present. Then I will buy the candy and soft drinks from The Dollar General.

I put my jacket on then I walk out of my front door, locking it behind me. Then I walk down my steps, across my front yard, out of the gate to my cyclone fence and off to Melinda’s.

My neighbor is angrily staring at me the entire time, but I manage to ignore him.

I make it to Melinda’s and I go to the housewares section.

I look feverishly for the Weather Radios but I don’t see any.

A clerk is passing by on skates, so I ask him, “What happened to all your Weather Radios?”

“Check the clearance bin,” He replies.

“Will do.”

So I walk to the clearance bin in the fron of the store. There is one Midland WR-120EZ marked down to $5 from $29.99. I’m thrilled. I pick it up then get in line to check out.

Finally it is my turn.

The young cashier scans my Weather Radio and I tell her, “Tell your boss that I say thank you for such an awesome deal! This will make a good gift for my girlfriend and her room mates.”

She smiles and says, “Well we’re glad you found it!” T

She tells me my total then I pay with my debit card.

I’m approved then a receipt is printed out.

“Do you need a bag?”

“No thank you.”

She hands me my receipt, then I say, “Thank you also for working on Christmas Eve and I want you to have a Merry Christmas!”

“Same to you and yours!”

I leave Melinda’s and walk back home.

My neighbor is picking up pecans from his pecan tree when he sees me with the Weather Radio in its package.

“What junk did you buy with my tax money?”

“A gift for my girlfriend.”

“You don’t deserve a girlfriend.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“It should be my business because you and her are going to make a baby and then the government is going to pay for it.”

“I’m going inside because I won’t dignify that with a response.”

“Because you know I am right.”

I up my steps, unlock my door and enter then lock it behind me.

I place the Weather Radio on my sofa, then I go to my utility room and get my personal shopping cart and push it through my living room then out of the front door, which I lock.

Then I guide it down my steps, across my front yard then out of my gate and along the sidewalk to The Dollar General.

I head east.

My neighbor asks me, “Where are you going now?”

“Why does it matter?” I ask him.

“If you live off the government you should have to give an account for all that you do and everywhere you go,”

“Well thank God you’re not in power,”

“I served my country though and I think you owe me some respect,”

“Yeah from what I hear you served your country to avoid jail time!”

“If you disrespect me again, I’m going to kick you where the sun doesn’t shine,”

“You lay one hand on me and I will press charges. Now if you want to be such a jerk, don’t talk to me again!”

“You’re just a spoiled, entitled snowflake brat and I question whether or not you’re really disabled. You just need to be horsewhipped in my opinion and I should report you to the government.”

“You’re harassing and threatening a mentally disabled person and if you don’t stop, I’m calling the cops!” I tell him as I pull out my smartphone.

“You may have won the battle but you haven’t won the war,” He says, then goes inside.

I make my long walk to The Dollar General, thinking about how I could lose my benefits if the wrong people in the government believe my neighbor.

The anxiety compels me to walk, so I walk hard making it to The Dollar General in record time.

I buy five boxes of Cherry Cordials and five two Liter bottles of RC Cola and pay for my items then go back home, making it back in record time.

I enter my gate, then cut across my front yard and up my steps. I unlock my front door and enter locking it behind me.

Then I sit at my computer and write for my blog until its almost 5 PM.

I then place all my purchases in my shopping cart, then I grab my EDC back and walk out the front door, locking it behind me.

Afterwards, I cut across my front yard then out of my gate and walk to my girlfriend and her room mates’ house, arriving there at 5 PM sharp…

PART 2:
The house that my girlfriend and her room mates live in is a lot like mine. It must have been built around the same time.

I knock on the door and am greeted by one of my girlfriend’s room mates. It is the one who set us up.

“Come in,” She says.

I push my shopping cart loaded with cherry cordial and RC Cola, into the house, as I tell her, “This is for all of you from me.”

“Thanks. That was really nice of you,” She says.

“My pleasure,” I reply.

The other room mate comes into the living room and says, “Our room mate is crazy about you, just so you know, so I hope you only have good intentions with her. She’s had her heart broken before, so you better treat her right and not hurt her!”

“I’m crazy about her, as well, actually and I myself have been hurt before, so I will make it my utmost effort to treat her with reverence and love!”

“We’re holding you to that statement!”

“Where is she anyway?”

“She’s using the toilet right now but she’ll be out shortly. Just make yourself comfortable.”

I sit on the sofa. The television and cable box are tuned to the Music Choice Channel that plays Christmas Music.

I listen to the music while the two other room mates prepare the food.

Suddenly, I hear the toilet flush. Then I hear the sink turn on and off.

My girlfriend then walks into the living room and sweetly greets me wearing a knee length red dress, long white socks and brown buckle shoes as she says, “Sorry I wasn’t there to let you in but I had to potty real badly.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” I tell her.

We then share a sweet kiss.

“Is that us sealing our pact?” She asks.

I reply, “No that was just a greeting.”

I kiss her even more strongly and sweetly, then say, “This is us sealing our pact!”

She then hugs me really tightly and I gently rub her love handles.

We then sit on the sofa together and I pull the weather radio out of my shopping car, then say, “I wanted to give you and your room mates this, so y’all can be alerted to bad weather. I can set it up for you if you want.”

She looks at it and then says, “Cool that was really sweet of you,”

“Well, I always want to be prepared,”

“I know and it’s very cute!”

Her two room mates walk into the living room and she holds up the Weather Radio still in its package and says, “Look what my boyfriend got us!”

“Neat. That will come in handy during the spring and summer,” One room mate says.

The other one tells me girlfriend, “Since you stay in the living room, you can put it on the table next to your convertible sofa and if there is a tornado in the middle of the night, it will wake you up, then you can come get us and we can all go inside the hall closet.”

I then interject and say, “It also has a compartment for backup batteries, so y’all can take it in the closet and listen for progress of the bad weather. I have one set up in my house,”

“Do you own or rent?”

“I own. I have to pay a mortgage for the next thirty years, but at least it’s mine,”

“Cool we’re cousins and our family owns this house. We both work and we can easily commute to our jobs from here so that’s why we stay here. We met your girlfriend at church and we let her stay with us.”

“I help out with the utilities whenever I get my disability check and I keep it clean,” My girlfriend adds in.

One of the room mates says, “She’s very sweet, you’ve got a good woman on your hands!”

The other one answers, “He seems like a keeper though and they do make a cute couple!”

“Thanks for the kind words. I could really use some encouragement,” I tell them.

“Is something bothering you?” My girlfriend asks.

“We can talk about it later, because we’re having a good time and I don’t want to ruin that, but my next door neighbor is making trouble with me,” I tell her.

“I won’t mind if we talk about it now, besides we made a pact, so let me help you!”

“Okay, here goes: my next door neighbor has been stalking and harassing me ever since I moved in the other day. He watched me make groceries at Melinda’s and then pay for them with my EBT card. As I was walking in my yard, he commented that his taxes paid for my groceries and that I was a lazy mooch,”

One of the room mates then said, “You have a medical condition and you need help, so don’t feel bad, in fact take advantage of it. Our friend also has a medical condition and Lord knows she deserves all the help she can get.”

The other room mate continues, “You probably don’t get enough from disability to buy much food, so you do indeed need food stamps.”

“It gets worse though, he was harassing me again today and threatened to report me to the government because he thinks I am faking my disability,”

My girlfriend says, “He thinks you’re faking it because your medicine obviously works very well, but those in the government know how you would be if you didn’t have that medicine, and they know how that medicine hinders any significant amount of work, so they won’t cut your benefits. But just to be on the safe side, we can all pray for you!”

I hug my girlfriend to which she begins to play with my hair, then I say, “Thank you. I do feel better now!”

She kisses me, then says, “Of course. You know we made a pact though and I can be a handful at times too!”

“And I promise to try my durn well best to comfort you when you have an episode. You wouldn’t break up with me during an episode though?”

“No. I would never break up with you! I know a good man when I see one and the only way you could lose me is if I died or you became abusive.”

“Well, I was abused in all kinds of ways by my ex wife, yes it happens to men as well, so I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I would only hit someone if my life or the life of someone I care about were in danger.”

One of the room mates then say, “She was sexually and physically assaulted by an illegal Mexican immigrant and that is why she is like she is.”

“The other one adds in, “But she is really sweet in spite of all that and as long as you are good to her, she will make you her king.”

“I know she told me this the other night. And just for the record I want her to be my queen! She knows this already, but if it makes y’all feel better, my abusive ex wife is also a Mexican!”

“Most people our age can’t stand Trump and maybe it’s because he is a disgusting individual, but at least he has a backbone and tries to do what’s best for the country,” One room mate says.

“Yes and he knows the Mexicans are a threat to our safety and security, not to mention they suck up resources that y’all need desperately, so he tries to keep them out of this country,” She pauses then says, “We’re both nurses so we see all of the people that are physically harmed by the Mexicans.”

My girlfriend then says, “I’m afraid of the Mexicans, don’t get me wrong, but it’s Christmas which is about Christ coming into this world to save us from our sins and Christ wants to save the Mexicans as much as He saved all of us! We all need a savior in His eyes!”

I feel convicted over what my girlfriend just said, but I say, “You’re so right baby, Jesus Christ is the reason for Christmas, and I must say you have a very Christlike spirit!”

“You do too and that is the main reason why I must confess that I am falling for you. I hope you feel the same way.”

I look into her puppy dog eyes then I tell her with a kiss, “I most certainly do feel the same way my only regret is that we didn’t meet much sooner!”

She steals a kiss. Then she plants several kisses all over my face.

“Y’all are so sweet!” One room mate says.

“And cute too!” The other one adds in.

They then go into the kitchen and continue preparing the dinner.

My girlfriend and I snuggle together on the sofa. She rests her head on my chest and I plant several kisses on her.

Time goes by quickly and then the dinner is served.

Happily we eat, then we watch Christmas movies.

Her two room mates then go off to bed.

I look at my watch. It is now near midnight and snowing outside.

“You don’t have to go home, you can snuggle with me all night long. I’d hate for you to walk home in the snow.”

“I’d like to stay, but I do revere you and our relationship.”

“Then be reverent and snuggle with me all night long. I won’t make you do anything sinful, although, I definitely want to do more than snuggle with you!”

“I desire you as well, no one has ever turned me on like you do!” I pause then continue, “But I want The Lord to bless our relationship,”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, we won’t have any privacy to do anything sinful, but you can still snuggle with me throughout the night. In fact, I’d really like that!”

“Very well, I’ll stay!”

I take my medicine with a sip of RC Cola and a few green beans from the casserole.

She begins to kiss me passionately.

We roll out the bed then get under the covers and snuggle all night long.

She sleeps partially on top of me and wraps her legs around me.

It is the happiest night I’ve had in a very long time…


That is all I have for now.

I hope after reading these, that you, the reader, have a little more to be merry about this Christmas and that you indeed have a Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year in 2021!

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A Review of the SwissGear 3906 Backpack

Just so we can be clear, I do not own the featured image on this page. Rather, I downloaded it from SwissGear’s company website and it is their property, not mine.

Now, I had thoroughly enjoyed my SwissGear 3918 Backpack which I owned from July of 2020 until some time in October of 2020 when an integral part of it cracked.

I had spent the night at a friend’s house and there is a woman who sponges off of him. She is constantly bringing shady characters into his house and I am sometimes afraid that they will steal my belongings. So, I had kept my SwissGear backpack underneath the seat of the car I owned at the time. The next morning I retrieved it and the plastic piece that regulates the suspension straps had cracked. I could no longer use that strap. To say the least, I was ticked off.

So, later that day, I exchanged it at my local Target for store credit loaded on a gift card. I bought another SwissGear backpack but, I didn’t fancy it much. I’m not sure of the exact model number but I intend to sell it when I can.

So, then on November 3, 2020, I had a little money left over after paying all my monthly expenses. Therefore, on that day, after voting, of course, I purchased a SwissGear 3906 Backpack and that is what this piece will be a review of. Honestly, I hope this is the last backpack I will need for at least a few years.

Let me first say that as many of you know, I have a compulsive need to EDC or everyday carry. I’ve been engaging in this behavior positively since the age of seven (early 1994.) So I’ve been doing this long before it was cool and I have caught some considerable degrees of flak over the years for being this way. After all, it wasn’t until my mid to late twenties that EDC became accepted as a norm. I’m not sure about catholic churches but definitely in Protestant churches many of the faithful bring their EDC items to church services. I mean, I have been doing so since about 2017.

So I have had this backpack for a little over a month and a half at the time of writing this and so far I enjoy it even more so than my 3918. I think the reason why I like it even more because there is more carrying space for items that I specifically carry.

As mentioned in a previous review of SwissGear backpacks, I have high regard for the Swiss. So, naturally, I like to show off an item that represents them. Furthermore, the emblem of the cross against the red background is also one of my ways I make a statement for Jesus Christ and my faith in Him. That is why I use Swiss themed backpacks and other travel gear whenever I can.

What stands out most about why I like this particular model so much is in addition to a laptop sleeve as well as a tablet sleeve, there is also a sleeve for files and folders. I also appreciate the fact that there is a place for books where I can place my Bible and Bible study materials.

There is a place for my medication and medical supplies.

There is a compartment for my glasses

There are spaces for the small items I carry with me.

There are pockets where I can carry drinks.

And there is even a spot for me to put my computer repair tools!

This is what the company website had to say about the SwissGear 3906:

“Pack your essentials for school, work, or your next adventure with the Swissgear 3906 Laptop Backpack. Made of a durable polyester fabric, this bag has all the features you are looking for in an everyday backpack and is the ideal companion for those that are always on the go.

Built around an ergonomically sound shoulder strap and back panel carrying system, this backpack features a large main compartment perfectly suited for carrying bulkier items such as binders and books. Also featured is an electronics-only compartment for better laptop protection as well as a full-featured organizer compartment for pens, notepads, and ID cards. Remain hydrated by putting that water bottle or cold drink in either of the two stretch mesh side pockets. And for those frequently needed items, there is even a spot for them in the top compact zip pocket and the well-disguised front vertical zippered pocket.”

SwissGear is indeed telling the truth here!

I think this company makes the perfect everyday carry and travel accessories for any civilian!

SwissGear’s website also lists these additional features (and I shall add my commentary on them):

Electronics compartment with padded tablet pocket and padded laptop sleeve with built-in corner hold-down strap designed to carry most 15″ portable computers-I don’t currently own a laptop but I hope to in the future. However, I do carry my tablet and Bluetooth keyboard here.

Large capacity main compartments with built-in file/folder pocket-Perfect for carrying my Bible and related materials.

Organizer compartment with key/clip fob, slip pocket, and multiple divider pockets-I carry my tactical flashlights and radios here.

Front quick access pocket and vertical-zip pocket and for more frequently needed items-This is where I carry my medicine and medical supplies.

Ergonomically contoured, padded shoulder straps with built-in suspension and breathable mesh fabric for hours of carrying comfort Padded, Airflow back panel with mesh fabric for superior back ventilation and support-As mentioned before, this makes carrying comfortable even in hot climates. This also is a more comfortable carrying method considering my lower back pain.

Add-a-bag trolley strap on back panel to easily glide over carry-on’s telescopic handle-This makes rail, air, or bus travel easier, at least when carrying multiple pieces of luggage.

Twin-compartment side mesh pockets for two water bottles and more-Perfect for staying hydrated whilst on the go.

Padded top carry handle with side metal carabiner-style D-ring to attach gear to-This is where I attach my keys.

Mini loop for hanging-I guess this would be useful for schoolchildren when they hang up their backpacks.

The physical specifications according to the company website are as follows:
Dimensions: 18 x 12 x 6.5 inches or 45.72 X 30.48 X 16.51 centimeters.
Tare Weight: 1.1 pounds or .0498951607 kilograms.
Volume: 23.7 Liters or 6.260877641 American Gallons or 5.213271185 British Gallons.

…And, yes, I did indeed use my Texas Instruments TI-36 X Pro to carry out the conversion of these measuring units!…

…Furthermore, that said calculator does indeed have a place in this backpack!…

So, yes I do enjoy this backpack probably more than the others I have owned. I just hope this one will actually last me for at least a few years. I said that already but it definitely bears repeating.

I will probably continue to purchase SwissGear products to meet my carrying and travels needs as long as they are available.

I cannot think of a better travel gear company for the money.

Therefore I give this backpack a rating of five out of five stars!

And this concludes my review of the SwissGear 3906 Backpack.

I hope you, the reader, have been informed and maybe even entertained.

May God richly bless you!

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A Review of the NiteCore i4000R Tactical Flashlight

Just so you, the reader, know, I do not own the featured image on this page. Rather it is the property of NiteCore, a Chinese manufacturer of tactical grade flashlights.

I have stated it several times before and I will gladly state it again:

Flashlights made by NiteCore are the best flashlights to come out of Mainland China and quite possibly, the best products to come out of Mainland China period.

I have been a fan of NiteCore flashlights since mid-2017 when I purchased the MT06 tactical penlight.

In January of 2018, I subsequently purchased a NiteCore MT20A and in the latter parts of that year, wrote a review of it.

Then in April of 2020, I purchased a NiteCore i4000R from the Special Administrative Region of Hong Kong on eBay and it took over a month to arrive in my mailbox. That said tactical flashlight is what this piece will be a review thereof.

In the time it took for this flashlight to traverse its warehouse in Hong Kong to my mailbox on the outskirts of Houma, Louisiana, I was getting quite annoyed and anxious. I was also paranoid about it being contaminated with the Novel 2019 SARS Coronavirus. Still, I was quite excited when it finally arrived. Immediately, I charged up the battery and when it was full, I began carrying it in my backpack.

The NiteCore i4000R boasts a maximum light output of 4,400 Lumens-that is over four times brighter than a standard household 60 Watt bulb!

It is top-heavy and also features a crenelated strike bezel, which can be deployed in defending oneself.

If that weren’t enough, the tactical strobe feature has a constantly changing strobe pattern, making it even more effective as a self-defense weapon.

This flashlight is primarily marketed to law enforcement, but can also give peace of mind to any civilian who knows how to use a flashlight for self-defense. Furthermore, it can be carried in places where “true” weapons (such as guns and knives) are downright forbidden because legally it is not a weapon!

On an ordinary day, I will usually carry my Streamlight Junior LED flashlight.

However, if I expect any sort of trouble, I will carry my NiteCore i4000R.

I have never had to use it as a weapon, but I know it will give me at least some degree of peace.

I have used my Streamlight Junior halfway as a weapon, when confronting someone knocking on my door or my neighbor’s door at a strange hour. I must admit that both times, the person knocking was harmless and someone we knew, but they were disoriented and stepped back at least a few feet. My Paw Paw, God rest his soul, taught me the tactic of shining a bright flashlight into the eyes of someone at the door, to disorient him or her. Of course, his flashlights of choice were those budget friendly 6 Volt lanterns and, if you, the reader, haven’t figured it out by now, my flashlights of choice are lightweight, compact tactical models. His flashlights put out 60-75 Lumens but in their defense, they had the Candlepower to back those Lumens up. My flashlights, on the other hand, put out hundreds and, in this case, a few thousand Lumens, but overall, don’t have the Candlepower to back those Lumens up. However, his flashlights likely would fail in a truly tactical situation, whereas mine would still be going strong.

Except for self-defense applications, this flashlight would likely be overkill for most civilians. However, to a flashaholic such as myself, this is one of the best flashlights I own. It was even used by me as a self-defense instrument in a dream I recently had.

By the way, this is on par with the best flashlights made here in The States and even those made in Germany!

I will go over some of the features and specifications, as listed by the company website:

As I stated before, the maximum output is 4,400 Lumens, provided by four independently controlled Cree XP-L2 V6 LED circuits.

…Bare with me, my back is starting to hurt tremendously. I’m about to take a Baclofen and chase it with some orange juice. Be right back…

…All right, I am back. It’s my ex-wife’s fault that I have this back injury because she insisted we make groceries on a rainy day, and of course, trying to be a good husband, I gave in to her request, but then I slipped and fell down some wet stairs and though I didn’t know it at the time, I ruined my lower back muscles from the impact of the fall. Now I cannot even write at length, much less almost any other form of work that which I was qualified to do, because of this injury. Of course, she likely feels no guilt about this because she hated the overwhelming majority of my written content…

So with that 4,400 Lumens is a throw of 230 Meters or ~755 Feet and beam intensity of 13,300 Candlepower. According to the company website, this amount of light given off by this illumination instrument is “ideal for law enforcement, assault operations, self defense, search and patrols.”

Also, according to the company website, further elaborating on the four independently controlled LED circuits, which are, “Powered by a constant current circuit to provide durable usage with guaranteed safety.”

The featured rechargeable battery is a NiteCore patented 21700i Lithium-Ion battery.

The strobe featured can be instantly accessed by a dedicated button, even while the flashlight is off! I think this, aside from the tremendous amount of brightness if the best selling point of this flashlight.

And of course, there is the Advanced, Randomly Changing Strobe, which I think is the second best selling point! Human eyes are unable to adapt to the strobe.

There is an anti-impact reverse polarity protection system, which makes this ideal to be used mounted on a firearm!

The flashlight has a built-in charging port that uses a standard USB-C connection and is covered by a metal ring.

Also featured is an advanced temperature regulation system that adapts to the ambient temperature.

Furthermore, there is a last used mode memory, power indicator light which is accurate down to one-tenth of a volt IP-68 water resistance and a 1-meter drop impact resistance.

Finally, the lens is crystal-coated and scratch resistant and the Aerospace Aluminum body is has a military-grade HA-III hard-anodized finish!

The physical specifications are:
Tube Diameter: 25.4 millimeters or 1 inch.
Head Diameter: 32.6 millimeters or 1.28 inches-this makes the flashlight top-heavy and therefore excellent for striking in self-defense tactics.
Tail Diameter: 28 millimeters or 1.1 inches.
Overall Length: 159 millimeters or 6.26 inches-short enough to carry concealed in most hip pockets.
Total Weight: 135 grams or 4.76 ounces or just over a quarter of a pound-will not weigh the end-user down, even for a long period on foot.

The brightness levels are as follows:
Turbo Mode: 4,400 Lumens, 13,300 Candlepower, 230 Meters or ~755 Feet Beam Distance and 30 Minute Runtime.
High Mode: 1,100 Lumens, 3,300 Candlepower, 115 Meters or ~377.3 Feet Beam Distance and 2 Hour, Fifteen Minute Runtime.
…My back is starting to hurt again, but if I take another Baclofen it will be the third one in a twenty-four-hour period…
…I will try and press on but I am in a great deal of pain!…
Mid Mode: 330 Lumens, 930 Candlepower, 61 Meters or ~200.13 Feet Beam Distance and 7 Hour, 45 Minute Runtime.
Low Mode: 50 Lumens, 160 Candlepower, 25 Meters or ~82 Feet Beam Distance and 40 Hour Runtime.
Ultra-Low Mode: 2 Lumens, 4 Candlepower, 4 Meters or~13.12 Feet Beam Distance and 380 Hour Runtime.

By the way, I used the previously reviewed Texas Instruments TI-36 X Pro to convert some of these Metric Units into English Units!

I typically use it whenever I need to express any such measurement in both English and Metric units for my product reviews!

Included Accessories:
NTH20 Tactical Holster-designed specifically for law enforcement and also compatible with MOLLE systems.
CR123 Battery Magazine-in case the rechargeable battery is depleted and there is no charging source nearby.

While I do carry this flashlight in my EDC backpack, I have only carried it on my person for any given amount of time quite sparingly. The last time I carried it was because I had spotted a shady young man walking around my church at night. We were finishing up our evening Bible Study and Prayer Meeting and it does get dark this time of year, but I was escorting two ladies (a mother and daughter) home on foot and did not trust this fellow as far as I could throw him. Thank God, while I was holding the flashlight and ready to deploy it as a defensive weapon, I did not have to. My God is more effective than any weapon ever created! I could think of a handful of other times I was ready to deploy this flashlight but didn’t have to.

All in all, I definitely like this flashlight and I wish American companies could make something of this caliber but at an affordable price.

I give this product a 4.95 out of 5 stars only because I wish the tactical tail switch was better recessed to prevent accidental activation.

Other than that keep up the good work, NiteCore! As much as I hate to admit it, your company is beginning to put American and even German-made flashlights to shame!

I guess this, therefore, concludes my review of the NiteCore i4000R Tactical Flashlight. I hope you, the reader, have been informed, illuminated and maybe even entertained. May God richly bless you!

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A Review of the Texas Instruments TI-36 X Pro Calculator

Just for the record, I do not own the featured image on this page. I must need give credit whereupon credit is due and the featured image is property of Texas Instruments, inc.

For almost as long as I had been fascinated by flashlights, I too have been fascinated by calculators. Similar to my fascination with flashlights, my fascination with calculators has waxed and waned throughout my childhood and adolescence, but they are both very strong in my adult years.

My two favorite brands of calculators are Casio and Texas Instruments and I like the latter a little more than the former.

I had begun permanently carrying a calculator in the latter parts of 2012, namely a TI-12 Math Explorer (the 1997 version.) In the following months afterward, I also had begun to carry with it a TI-30XA (the current version.)

In March of 2014, my writing had started to evolve, as did my experience in repairing or souping up computers had increased. I had also begun to start doing research more extensively on calculators. Soon, I had realized there was a Texas Instruments TI-36 X Pro that was put on the market some three years before that. It wasn’t long before I wanted one. In June of 2014, I had spent my spending money on a flashlight that I still carry to this day. However, a family member had gifted me $20 from a sum of money he had won at a casino. I didn’t split that money with my then-wife, now ex-wife, because after all, she has a major hang-up about gambling. So, I was free to use that money however I had pleased. We were babysitting two of her nephews that following day and I took them to ride with me to the Houma suburb of Bayou Cane, so I could secretly purchase that said calculator. They kept the secret safe with me and goofed off with me for the entire ride. I stopped at an Office Depot because I knew that was the only store that stocked it locally year-round. Sadly it was out of stock. However, after talking to the sales associate and later the manager, I had learned that I could have it shipped to my residence at no extra charge. Happily, I went with that option, paying the first $20 in cash and the remaining amount after sales tax with my debit card. A brand new TI-36 X Pro arrived on my doorstep a few days later, via UPS. And that said calculator is what this piece will be a review thereof.

As soon as it arrived on my doorstep, I opened it up, then used it to convert one unit used to measure barometric pressure into another unit used to measure barometric pressure. The weather was changing that day, as in quite frequent in Louisiana. I was amazed at the accuracy and precision with which it carried out the conversion. I began carrying it in a dedicated pouch of my EDC backpack along with the Mini Maglite I had purchased earlier that month.

Yes, I will admit that there are plenty of features on this calculator that I will probably never need, nor do I understand what they represent. While I am pretty proficient at arithmetic, I am terrible at almost all other higher level Mathematics. Still, there are certain features on this machine that I frequently use, especially when doing unit conversions or even just simply writing out my monthly budget. There are even base-n calculations such as converting between decimal, hexadecimal and octal, which come in handy with programming higher level scanner radios or if I ever needed to assist a computer programmer or coder.

And not only that, I believe this is the best looking scientific calculator that is currently on the [common] market. Change my mind!

In the days and weeks after purchasing this calculator, I went on to write some pretty wonderful stories and the one that stands out most is my “Grocer and Writer” stories. Maybe the tremendous pleasure I associated with finally owning this calculator created the ideal mental state and electrochemistry to be creative? Of course in the hours before beginning those stories, I took a trip to the New Orleans area.

I have since purchased spare units, but I keep my original TI-36 X Pro in a safe undisclosed location because it does have sentimental value.  It has sentimental value because certain items of mine cause me to have a connection with someone whom I had known in my childhood (January-July of 1991) but since lost all contact with. This calculator and flashlight somehow have that connection. I now think that this girl I had briefly known in my childhood may have been an angel because I spent years searching for her but with no success. She would now be in her mid-to-late thirties, assuming she was born between 1984 and 1987. During most of the year of 2014, which was the beginning of the end of my faulty former marriage, I had begun to desire to find this now young lady again, so I strongly associate the year 2014 in general with her. Before I met my ex-wife and even after to an extent, this girl from my childhood was the inspiration for my writing and was the unknown driving force to cause me to pursue writing. In the latter parts of 2018 until December 4/5 2019, I was in a very loving relationship with a young lady, who in many ways reminded me of the girl from my childhood and was even born in the year in which she and I were, for lack of a better word, together. If you, the reader, poke around in the fiction section of this blog, you will see some of the stories where I have derived my inspiration from this girl I once knew.

My first one came off the assembly line somewhere in China in February of 2014. My current unit, which I still EDC, came of the assembly line somewhere in The Philippines in April of 2017. I’m wondering if the updated units in the Philippines have corrected the software bug that plagued the earlier models?…

All in all, I will now list some of the features and specifications that the TI-36 X Pro has to offer:

By the way, I’ve obtained this information from the company website, but I also added my commentary…

Four-line display-very clear too!

One- and two-variable statistics-I would likely never use this feature, but who knows.

MultiView™ display shows multiple calculations at the same time on screen-Excellent for writing a budget or balancing a checking account!

Select degrees/radians, floating/fix, number format modes-Very useful with navigating with a GPS or several different GPS units!

Choose from three solvers: numeric equation, polynomial and system of linear equations-This would have been nice in high school, but probably would have landed me in trouble! This particular model came on the market five years after I graduated high school anyway.

Display a defined function in a tabular form-The best way to show a function without an actual graph!

Determine the numeric derivative and integral for real functions.
Perform vectors and matrices using a vector and matrix entry window.

The last two features involve high-level mathematics that goes way above my head, but maybe one day, I’ll try to learn it.

The TI-36 X Pro is recommended for the following STEM-related courses:
Algebra I and II-Probably forbidden or at least frowned upon because of its built-in equation solver.
Geometry-Overkill and again probably frowned upon.
Trigonometry-A Graphing model would be of more use.
Statistics-Never took this course, but I can imagine its usefulness.
Calculus-There are features that would come in handy for this course, though I never took it.
Biology-Probably overkill.
Chemistry-Probably is forbidden or at the very least frowned upon because of the permanently stored constants.
Physics-As with chemistry, it’s probably forbidden or frowned upon, for the same reasons, though I never took physics.
Computer science-Could be very useful, especially with those learning programming.
College math-Actually we were required a TI-84.
College science-Never took these courses, but I see where the store constants may be of great use.
College engineering-Never took any of these courses either, but I know this calculator is popular with all engineering.

According to the company website, here is a more detailed list of the functions, some of which I had already commented on:
Review and edit previous entries via a scrollable home screen
Paste inputs or outputs into new calculations
MathPrint™ feature entry and output mode for viewing calculations in math notation, including answers in terms of pi, square roots and fraction
Three solvers: numeric equation, polynomial and system of linear equations
Numeric derivative and integral for real functions
Vectors and Matrices
Symbolic notation of π
Toggle key to change the form of answers between exact and decimal approximation
Stacked Fractions and Fraction functions
Fraction/decimal/percent conversions
Change between improper fractions and mixed numbers
Automatic simplification of fractions
Random number and random integer generator
Central MODE menu for selecting calculator mode settings
Menu settings
Functions accessed directly through keys or through pull-down menus
Negation key
One constant operator feature
Combinations and permutations
Trigonometry
Hyperbolics
Logs and antilogs
Convert angles from degrees to radians to grads
%, x², ¹/x, yˆx, π, x!
Fixed decimal capability
(x,y) Table feature with Auto and Ask-x options
Basic Data/List Editor with three lists
List Formulas
One- and two-variable statistics with permanent stat variable input storage
EOS (Equation Operating System)
Nine physical constants
Eighteen metric/English conversions
Up to eight pending operations
Up to 23 levels of parentheses
Error recovery capability
Quick/easy reset of calculator via two-key press or menu for exam purposes
Eight memory variables (x, y, z, t, a, b, c, d)
Scientific and engineering notation

And here are some of the physical characteristics:
Four-line × 16-character, easier-to-read LCD display
Battery powered with solar cell assistance to lengthen battery life
Auto Power Off
Hard plastic, color-coded keys
Non-skid rubber feet
Impact-resistant cover with quick-reference card
Snap-on protective hard case

Even though, as I had mentioned before, there are some features on this calculator that go way above my head, it is still one of my favorites if not my favorite calculators ever made.

I carry it in a dedicated compartment of my EDC backpack where I store the rest of my tool that which I use to repair or soup up computers. Like most other Texas Instruments devices, it is built very ruggedly and will last, likely way past its obsolescence where it will then be a cool collector’s item.

While I have owned one of these is some way shape or form since June of 2014 and it is December of 2020 at the time I am writing this, I still thoroughly enjoy this device and give it a 4.85 out of 5 stars, only because of the software bug concerning fractions involving Pi.

This, therefore, concludes my review of the Texas Instruments TI-36 X Pro. I hope you, the reader, have been informed, entertained, and maybe even enlightened!

May God richly bless you!

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Thoughts and Humor on Communism and Government Subsidized Housing

So, since the Spring of 2020, I had begun to liken the apartment complex in which I currently reside as I am writing this piece to a Communist or Soviet State. I have also begun to create jokes about the complex I formerly resided in with my then, now ex-wife. I do this only in jest and mean no harm or malice of it, whatsoever. Those of you who know me in person, know very well that I am immensely grateful that I have a safe and affordable place of my own. They also know that I feel a strong sense of community with my complex and my fellow tenants. They have become closer than my biological family, literally! Many of them are also part of my Blood Washed Heavenly Family, praise God! If I ever move out and purchase a home of my own, I want it to be near this complex so I can still visit everybody daily!

I don’t go public with my political humor too much, but I think one will appreciate the complexity that it took for me to come up with these jokes and how I was inspired to create them.

I have so far lived in two subsidized apartment complexes because as of now, the amount I get from my disability pension cannot cover most market-rate rent prices in addition to my other necessary living expenses. I truly believe that it is personal greed that is driving up the cost of housing and it is also what makes Communism or Socialism appear so attractive to many people within my age group. Some folks my age have to work two and three jobs just to make rent. Anyone that can think should be able to see why so many young people are angry about this. I mean, so many people are working their best years away at jobs for which they are overqualified and underpaid and therefore have little to nothing to show for it. They also have little time to no time to do what they enjoy. Such an existence is unbearably miserable. Such an existence turns citizens into serfs and even borderline slaves. Such an existence makes Communism and/or Socialism look relieving, refreshing, and even prosperous!

Now, for every record, I am certainly not advocating Communism or Socialism, but I do believe there should be access to affordable housing for everyone. Home ownership for all or at least much more than currently would be nice as well. Unfettered Capitalism does stand in the way of these desires tremendously. That is a fact! Unfettered Capitalism can and will eventually bring back the feudal system. People in my age group are afraid of this because they will lose even more.

Still, I don’t think that the have-nots ought to use lethal or even brutal force to take what they want or even need away from the haves, which in essence is Communism and also some strains of Socialism. I am neither condoning nor endorsing anyone who suggests taking what is not rightfully theirs, whether in reality or just morally, by force. There are more peaceful and, yes, even godly alternatives. We need cooperation and compromise from both sides. We most of all need both sides to help each other and to understand each other. Wicked people in high places want the exact opposite though. These wicked people want to incite a class war and race war and war, in general, to overthrow what is currently in place and establish the most oppressive government ever. It will be even worse than the darkest, bleakest dystopian novel ever written.

My biggest complaint about Communism and Socialism is that in many aspects and executions of the two, they are in direct conflict with my Christian Faith! My next biggest complaint about Communism and Socialism is that they have failed almost every time they were implemented and in places where they still succeed is only due to outside Capitalist influence and support. I believe with all my heart that my biggest complaint about these nefarious economic policies is the cause of my second biggest complaint about them.

And government-subsidized housing is indeed a Socialist policy/practice, but it helps millions of people tremendously, myself included.

Still, there are certain aspects of government-subsidized housing, that make it only attractive to those who have no other choices.

So I began to make jokes about how the apartment complexes in which I resided were like miniature Communist countries.

Let me back up to July of 2017. As some of you who have followed me on social media for a lengthy amount of time, you will know that I frequently poke fun at the Dollar General chain of retailers by referring to it as “The Ruble General.” I came up with this joke while wanting to make some groceries for my dinner. I specifically wanted some pickled beets to have as a side dish. So I drove to the local Dollar General hoping to find a can or jar of pickled beets. There were none. Not only that, the said store was out of several other grocery items of which I had intended to purchase. Then there were long lines and cluttered aisles. So I got back to my then friend’s house and posted to Facebook how I thought the Dollar General should be called The Ruble General because shopping there is very similar to shopping in the Former Soviet Union and/or all of the Sattelite States. I had been listening to NPR all afternoon, that day and there’s something about NPR that fuels my creativity. For those of you who didn’t know, the Ruble was the official unit of currency for The Soviet Union. The Ruble was to the USSR what the Dollar is to The USA and various other sovereign states. So, it has become one of my trademark jokes to refer to The Dollar General as The Ruble General.

Well, my back is starting to hurt, so I just took a muscle relaxer and chased it with some ginger ale. In the recent weeks and months, my lower back pain has been getting worse, so I sought medical attention for it, after being in tremendous pain while doing a task as simple as reformatting my neighbor’s laptop. Therefore, my physician prescribed me a muscle relaxer known as Baclofen. I’m too afraid to take anything stronger, or something with narcotic properties nor do I think I need such a pill, to begin with. I’ve seen how pain pills ruin lives and cause more problems than they solve. Therefore, I shall avoid them for as long as I can. My two favorite activities are going to church and writing. And sadly it is during those two activities that my back pain acts up the worst.

So, moving on, I will also admit that I have a fascination with and even an admiration for the Polish electrician turned politician, ultimately the first president of Post-communist Poland, namely, Lech Walesa. I truly believe he is an honest man, a family man, and an ethical man. I had first learned about him during my Sophomore year of high school while reading ahead in my World Geography book. I read about how his Solidarity campaign brought down Communism in Poland and eventually contributed to the entire collapse of the USSR! Like any good man, there will be those opposed to him and try to ruin his name, but I don’t believe the lies said about him. What is amazing is that his motives behind starting Solidarity were to be able to feed his family. He was a hardworking marine electrician who loved his wife and children and likely did his best to provide for them. Therefore, he was infuriated by the rising food prices in Poland that a worker’s wages did not keep up with. See, Communism did not and does not solve this inflation problem! Likely, inflation is inherent to all economic systems. So, he positively channeled his fury and frustrations and started what would become Solidarity on the grounds of the shipyard at which he was employed. All in all, I had partially forgotten about him after I completed World Geography and turned in my textbook. But then in my very early thirties, I began to read more extensively about him, through online sources. There were pictures of the insides of the apartments in which he resided. I was quite amused when I observed how the living room of one of his residences was strikingly similar to the living room of the apartment that I shared with my then-wife, now ex-wife. By the way, Lech Walesa is still happily married and his strong marriage puts my faulty former marriage to shame by a factor of about (6^6)! Just so you know I chose the number 6 because he is about 6 years older than his wife and I am the same age as my now ex-wife. One thing I have since learned about relationships is that couples with an age difference get along much better than couples who are very close in age. Case in point, Donald Trump is about twenty-four years older than his current wife and say what you want about him, but they appear to have a very solid marriage and they are raising a brilliant son! I could go on about this, but there are more important matters to cover in this piece. I may, someday, write more extensively about how couples with an age difference get along better than couples without an age difference. By the way, it doesn’t matter if the man or woman is older, I’ve observed happy and solid relationships in both scenarios.

And look at that, I’m just realizing my back has stopped hurting! This Baclofen treatment does indeed work, God be praised!

It was late one evening in the Spring of 2020, that inspirations for my jokes of referring to my apartment complex as a miniature Communist country started to develop. I was doing laundry in the laundromat and was also listening to a new portable scanner, which I had recently purchased. It is the entry-level Whistler handheld model, the WS1010. It is a far descendant of the Radio Shack Pro-32. I had also installed a high performance, multi-band antenna on it, in hopes to pull in signals better than the pathetic stock antenna. On that evening, I was particularly interested in trying to see if there was any traffic on a certain VHF Low Band frequency that was licensed to the Waterford 3 Nuclear Power Plant. Granted, it is located about fifty miles from where I was, but I am very much aware of how VHF Low Band Signals travel quite farther than their higher frequency counterparts. The frequency I had in my scanner, by the way, was 37.46 MHz. It was assigned to Entergy for use at the aforementioned power plant, but I just checked the FCC records a few minutes ago and couldn’t find it. And I ashamedly admit that I failed to maintain a Christian vocabulary when I couldn’t find it. All in all, I was trying to see if I could hear any traffic on that frequency during that Spring evening. There was none. However, my mind wanders at times and when it does, it sometimes brings forth creativity. The such happened on that evening. I began thinking of the fact that I was trying to listen in on the operations of a nuclear power plant. A younger me would have associated this with The Simpsons, but my current (age 28 to present) self began to think about Chernobyl instead. I pondered extensively about it. Then I began to realize how this apartment complex in which I reside does indeed have some very Soviet qualities. At some point, I had decided to scan other channels in that scanner and picked up a signal from The Feds, but it was sadly encrypted, or at the very least encoded, and the scanner I was using is an analog-only model. But the thoughts of how I feel like I am living in a Communist country, albeit a very benevolent one, while I am in this complex began to multiply. They brewed for a few months. At some point in very late August or early September, I began to refer to my apartment complex as: “The People’s Republic of [insert complex name here.]” I won’t say the name of my complex on this blog, because of my safety. And also for the safety of my neighbors.

I was driving a friend around and had to stop by my apartment to pick up something and he commented on how the buildings in the complex do appear very Soviet. I don’t see how, but to a degree, I trust his judgment. Although, I think he may be confusing Soviet architecture with 1980s architecture in general. Of course, there were numerous housing projects constructed in the Soviet Union during the early 1980s. All in all, I ask my Christian friends to pray fervently for his salvation. He is highly intelligent on diverse subjects and equally skilled in many things that which I value. In fact, he too, for most of his working life was a marine electrician just like Lech Walesa, but also was employed in road construction, as a freight train conductor and most recently, a corporate chauffeur. He holds the highest amateur radio license there is, can build complicated antenna systems and is an avid model railroader. He is one of my biggest supporters as far as my creativity goes, he laughs at my jokes more than anyone else and also more than anyone else, aside from The Lord Himself, has helped me tremendously whilst I was going through a divorce. However, he lacks what is most important of all, namely: Jesus Christ. His lack of Christ and flat-out refusal to come to Him is starting to cause issues in my spiritual life. If that weren’t bad enough, he either shuts down and lately has become hostile when I talk about my faith. If it gets any worse, I am going to have to make a choice between him and Christ, and I know I must needs choose Christ.

Because of the highly unreliable nature of our complex’s laundry equipment, these machines frequently eat our money. This is overwhelmingly frustrating, especially since the majority of us living here are indeed on government pensions and therefore our incomes are limited. I made a joke out of it by saying, “Oh well, the laundry machines are eating our money again, I must inform the Politburo at once!” From those of whom I was brave enough to tell that joke, I received plenty of laughs. Politburo is an Anglicized spelling of a Slavic portmanteau of the words, Political Bureau. Certain Slavic words are amazingly similar to English words and my theory behind that is much of modern English has words that are derived from Greek and Latin, as do Slavic languages. So, every Communist state has a Politburo. Actually, the phrase of “…must inform the Politburo…” is from Goldeneye when MI6 agent James Bond meets with Soviet Defence Minister Dimitri Minshkin in the Saint Petersburg National Archives about General Arkady Orumov indeed being a traitor to the USSR, and which Minshkin tells Bond of how he “must inform the Politburo.” Well, Goldeneye is one of my favorite movies, and the video game, namely for the Nintendo 64 console is my all time favorite video game. By the way, I’m highly amused on how my Ruger LCP II appears quite similar in appearance to James Bond’s PP7 or Walther PPK, depending on the movie or video game, and has the same ammunition capacity, assuming one is using a standard magazine clip. My next gun will hopefully be a Ruger LCR in .38 Special! By the way, speaking of firearms, the overwhelming majority of Communist countries and also countries with significant Socialist tendencies are notorious for flat out banning the civilian ownership of firearms. There are wicked people here in The States that have this nefarious practice in their agenda, too, I won’t lie.

My back pain is slightly coming back. If it gets worse, I will take another Baclofen and likely once again, chase it with some ginger ale. It may not seem like I have written much in this piece and, it’s true, I haven’t, but it is taking me the course of several hours to get this piece done. It was actually in the neighborhood of about two hours ago that I took my last Balclofen and it was over twenty-four hours previous to that when I took the one prior. I’m allowed to take three pills in a twenty-four-hour period and as of now, that is more than enough.

So I ended up taking another Baclofen because the back pain was getting slightly more than I could bear and I do want to get this piece finished. And, yes I chased it with some ginger ale. I like both Schweppes and Canada Dry, by the way. I will admit that I was afflicted with a mild case of Covid in late July and early August of 2020. But because of prayers most of all and but also highly aggressive treatment, I survived and am back to normal save coughing a little more than I used to do! Yes, God be praised, indeed! Before this bout with Covid, I drank Wild Cherry Pepsi, those of you who have been reading this blog since the earlier days and those of you who follow me on social media are very well aware of this. However, during my quarantine, a family member delivered me some groceries, one of them was a case or two of ginger ale and I have since been hooked on it. Ginger ale is indeed an acquired taste, but once acquired it is a very refreshing soft drink! I suppose I could write more about my experiences with Covid, but if I do, that piece will trump this piece in terms of controversy and I don’t think the world is ready for it! Anyway, I’m just waiting for this Baclofen to kick in and do its wonders so I can focus on concluding this piece.

Durnit, my back is still very tight at the moment, but I am going to try and press on.

So our complex has its own sewerage treatment plant. Those who live in closer proximity to it, are subjected to the highly offensive odor of Hydrogen Sulfide. I’m not sure as to why but as of lately that smell has been very present in the complex. If that weren’t enough, a day or two ago, an alarm was incessantly blaring at the sewerage treatment plant. I won’t pretend to know why our sewerage plant has an alarm. I know little to nothing about it, actually. A younger me would be fascinated by it and would naturally want to check it out, but my current self doesn’t want to be accused of tampering with it and risking eviction. All in all, I decided to make a joke, which went along the lines of, “Oh no, our sewer plant has been infiltrated, I need to contact the Politburo about this at once!” Those whom I told this joke to in person were in hysterics. I could have elaborated more on that by claiming that the sewerage treatment plant was infiltrated by either a spy, the special forces unit of an opposing state, or insurgents and if the alarm goes off again, I just might elaborate more!

The only hint I will give about my complex is that a Dollar General is situated right next to it. Dollar General is known for setting up its stores in low-income areas. I could write some jokes just about that, but, when one gets to thinking about it, they’re not funny. They would, in essence, be making light of the fact that a greedy corporate giant taking advantage of the vulnerable and impoverished, all to turn a greater profit. In reality, I don’t have any complaints about this particular Dollar General and I shop there almost every day. I’m sure all of the workers know me and I would hope they would find me to be a friendly and respectful customer. Well, around the same time, the alarm for the sewer was going off, the transformer that is dedicated to electrical service for the Dollar General next door had malfunctioned and the store was without power for about a day. Of course, this was gold material for my type of humor and I started cracking jokes along these lines, “Well, The Ruble General that serves The People’s Republic of [insert complex name here] has experienced a power cut and now we the people cannot buy groceries or supplies. Can the Politburo do anything about this?” As part of CYB purposes, the management at this Dollar General disposed of all frozen and/or perishable foods that could have spoiled due to a lack of adequate refrigeration. I personally know of people who took those foods from the trash bin and I praise God that they were able to get some food for free and that it didn’t go to waste. This sadly happens a lot more in a truly Communist country such as Venezuela and I won’t make light of it, because it’s not funny. Guess what, though: Communism does not solve the ills of humanity! Many times, it only exacerbates them, and I believe this is so because it attempts to remove God from anything and everything. The Bible says, though, “God is not mocked.” By the way for those of you who are curious, that statement is made in Galatians 6:7, and yes I am taking it out of context, but the statement is still very true, regardless. And, yes, I spent a good deal of this piece mocking Communism but in the earlier parts, I pointed out why it is becoming popular again. I’d like to think though, that I also pointed you, the reader, towards God, through Christ.

We are more divided than ever and instead of cooperating and compromising, we want to kill or at least maim each and all those who are diverse from ourselves. Who can solve this mess we’re in? Only one, of course: Jesus Christ! Whether you like it or not! But, consider following Him and if you do, you shall not be disappointed!

Yes, I know this piece is more controversial than what you, the reader, are used to when you read my blog and I apologize if you have been offended. If you were indeed offended, at least I made you think, right? Maybe even provoked the types of thought that bring forth growth? However, if you, got any laughs at all from this piece, then kudos to you, and thank you. Most of those with whom I shared these jokes in real life were laughing quite a bit.

I hope to continue posting material for my blog, and I know I haven’t been posting as frequently as I ought to, but I’ve just been busy forming communal bonds with people in real life. But I do appreciate each one of you that reads my work!

My Baclofen hasn’t kicked in yet and I realize it is getting near 3:00 AM in my part of the world as I write this, so I need to take other medications as well. Actually, it is now closer to 4:00 AM after editing and fine-tuning my grammar. Likely it will be near 5:00 AM by the time I post this piece!

I think, though, I have gotten my point across nicely and I sincerely hope that you, the reader, have been informed as well as entertained.

May God richly bless you!

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Two Lovers Attacked by Workers of Darkness

This story came to me in a dream I had in the early morning hours of November 18, 2020.

I haven’t had a dream like this that I can recall since maybe the age of 19.

My psychiatrist wants to help me analyze my dreams I have for the next month or so and to pick out the most outstanding ones to share with him during our sessions.

This is a romantic dream to a high degree but I will state for the record now that my lover in this dream is an unknown person. She could quite possibly be my future spouse, but she is someone with whom I think I have yet to be acquainted. I have been romantically interested in quite a few young ladies who fit similar to her description, but I know it is none of them.

A tactical flashlight is used as a life saving self defense weapon in this dream.  I clearly remember from the dream that the flashlight in question was a NiteCore i4000R, for those of you that are curious.

Without further ado, here is the story:

Everything seems to be going right in my life.

I am in love with a young, fair, and sweet SSBBW. Her feelings towards me are mutual, and this truth swells my heart with elation. We bring so much happiness to each other. My only regret is that we hadn’t met sooner.

Yes, we have found happiness in each other, but now we must need to go into hiding.

There are a false prophetess and her daughter who are after us. They want to kidnap and silence me. Much worse they want to shed my lover’s innocent blood. My speculation for their ill motives is that they feel high, but unjustly, offended, maybe even threatened by the content of what I write and share with the world. Furthermore, they harbor unmatched envy for my lover, well, frankly, because she is a lady and they are whores. I have kept tabs on these wicked women for years and I am very much aware of their deep hatred for the innocent and virtuous.

So, we built a makeshift shelter on my family’s property in the neighborhood I grew up in.

We walk on the property hand in hand under the light of a full moon.

Lovingly we embrace. We press our bodies against each other, then our lips become locked in an unforgettable kiss. Deeply we stare into each others’ eyes as we are overtaken by the tide of passion. We exchange several more kisses as our tongues wrestle one another.

“You complete me like no other human being dead or alive can!” I tell her with great confidence.

“Then let me complete you even more!” She replies with a hunger and thirst in her voice.

“You are a lady and I do revere you immensely!”

“Then give me what I need!”

“Are you sure?”

“More than ever before. Now let us go to the shelter compound at once!”

“Very well, my love. Say no more!”

“Lead the way.”

We begin to briskly walk to our hideout when there is a flash brighter than the midday sun. A fractional second passes and there is a cloud of vapor surrounding us. We both collapse to the ground blacking out.

Unknown to me how much time has passed, I come to and find myself deep in the woods.

I take to my feet and scan my surroundings noticing a dark altar in the middle of the clearing.

I call out my lover’s name but am only greeted by a sinister laugh.

The false prophetess, dressed in priestly robes, and her daughter, dressed in a brown wedding dress come marching towards me.

They present me with a document, a marriage contract, to sign.

I refuse.

The false prophetess grabs my chin and says, “If you want that little girl you are playing house with to live, you will sign this contract, thereby becoming the eternal husband of my daughter.”

“I will never love her nor will I ever consummate that marriage.”

“Never say never!” The false prophetess says with an evil grin.

“What do you satanic harlots want from me?”

The daughter speaks, in a cut and dry tone, “For you to honor your past and fulfill the obligations thereof!”

I think back to the days of when I dabbled in the dark arts and grimly realize what is now required of me.”

I hang my head in shame and defeat.

But then, I am filled with a glimmer of hope as I realize that my tactical flashlight is still in my pants pocket.

So, I tell the false prophetess, “You’re right I am required to honor my past. In hopes that my lover will live, I shall humbly submit to your proposition.” I reach in my pocket for my tactical flashlight as I continue speaking, “As a measure of good faith, I will sign that document with my favorite pen, making it ever more binding.”

The false prophetess gleefully smiles as she holds the top of the contract with her left hand and the bottom with her right hand. I continue to reach for what they think is my favorite pen.

Slowly, I move.

There is a great tension in the night air.

Tarrying no more, I quickly deploy my tactical flashlight instead of my pen, then activate the high powered strobe shining it right into the false prophetess’ eyes. She turns her head away and I begin to jab her head and body multiple times with the crowned bezel of my flashlight. She growls and hisses in pain and anger, dropping the document and falling to the forest floor.

She is down but only for the moment.

I breathe a sigh of relief, but then she comes up again and advances at me. She attempts to sexually molest me. I pretend to be vulnerable just enough so she can let her guard down, then I see a clear path to strike on her, so I connect and deliver my fatal blow to her with my flashlight. She collapses gasping for air and coughing up blood. I will not publicly disclose the tactics of which I use to turn a flashlight into a lethal weapon.

As the false prophetess breathes her last breath, her daughter flees in cowardly terror. I rip the marriage contract to mere shreds and fragments, then I destroy that unholy altar, upsetting every stone that it was built upon.

But now I realize how I must find my lover before my unholy bride finds her.

Frantically, I search for her and call out her name.

Bitter anguish grips my heart increasingly each time I call her name and hear nothing in return.

Suddenly I wake up, alone in my bed, and collect my thoughts…

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